• Jesus First Minimalist

    Labor in Vain

    Admitting we have failed, falsely following our flesh, is difficult. We find ourself on the wrong path. That is where I found myself, yet again, this August. As mentioned in my last post Don’t Look Back I admitted how I had found myself drowning in my scrolls of social media once again. To say I was distracted would be an understatement. I was addicted. Scrolling, posting, & liking were a sacrifice. I sacrificed time with my family, prayer, reading God’s word, reading anything, sleep, kisses, hugs, sunshine, exercise, quietness & more all on the alter of Facebook in the pursuit of self promotion & faux inclusion. How could this, Facebook,…

  • Jesus First Minimalist

    Don’t look back…

    Summer is nearing its end & Autumn is swiftly approaching. We welcome the darkness a little bit sooner each day and the pool water ripples in trepidation of the final swim. Our family is anticipating experiencing this new season in our new home, on our new farm, & yet here I find myself…. in almost the exact same place I was last year at this time. I’m drowning in the screen of blue, lost in the scrolling. How did I get here? The hourglass fills, it shatters… millions of grains of sand that I can’t retrieve fall through my fingers. My breath is short from chasing someone else’s audience, striving…

  • Healing Harbor

    Surrendering Mother’s Day

    Mother’s Day is a day to be celebrated, praised for your hard work & daily efforts of raising children. There is joy to be found in the attention, gifts, hand made cards, extra hugs & breakfast in bed. But how do we face the day when there is angst in our heart? “Her children arise and call her blessed.” Proverbs 31:28 There are many reasons a mother may struggle on this day of celebration: miscarriage, death of a child, death of her own mother. Tragic & heartbreaking these situations leave a woman sorrowful, longing for someone, fighting an inner battle to see the joy this day is meant to bring.…

  • Jesus First Minimalist

    As For Me & My House

    “This was our starter home.”“Welcome to our tiny home!” “Please don’t mind our small home.”“Yes, our kids share a bedroom, it isn’t that bad… we are finishing the basement.” These are common phrases I would mutter under the pressure to please others as they entered our home. Instead of welcoming the fellowship, or enjoying my love for entertaining & showing hospitality, I focused on my insecurities; I was embarrassed. Over the past 6 years I began to embrace minimalism. Each time I purged I felt relief, & some guilt from my selfish consumption & never-ending wanting. I did one yard sale & then felt donating was best. Donating got the…

  • Healing Harbor

    Bring your darkness into the light.

    Stop. Don’t say it. If you speak, they will know. They will hate you. They will judge you. Hide it. Shove it down. Be ashamed.Feel dirty.You will never be good enough. Lies. These are ALL lies from the enemy. He wickedly desires that we not only hear these lies but allow them to seep into our souls, poisoning our hearts & minds, restricting our breath, & corroding the lock on the prison door. We all have one…. a memory, an act, something we regret or feel deeply ashamed of. It’s the “if anyone knew…” secret. Our secrets are all different yet have two things in common: they are all related…

  • Jesus First Minimalist

    Divergent.

    Time has passed swiftly, Spring ended & Summer has nearly come & gone. My original intention for Summer was to continue my focus on growth, specifically the fruits of the spirit. My Spring bible study was by Well Watered Women called Planted. Planted focused on planting our roots firmly in Christ. I was ready to grow, to flourish, to bear fruit; Jesus had other plans. Disclaimer: I desire to return to blogging at Autumn Anchor with transparency & honesty. While I am aware some may not agree with what I am about to say now & in writing to come or my future approach. I want you to hear my…

  • Jesus First Minimalist

    Choose.

    Choose. Daily life is brimming with choices. We choose: what to eat, what to wear, what to do, where to go, when to go, who to go with, what to watch, what to listen too. Psychologists suggest we make nearly 35,000 choices per day, which is equivalent to 2000 choices per hour or one decision every 2 seconds. Were you aware you made that many choices per day? This world is loud with social media, television, music, podcasts, books, traffic, video games, busy schedules, opinions, constant demand for attention, or seeking of worth; it’s deafening. Opinions come in many forms from verbal expression to shouts, how to’s, posts/comments, self-help books…

  • Fit & Faithful,  Healing Harbor

    Ding Dong the Witch is Dead

    Remember the scene from The Wizard of Oz where the house is in the middle of a twister? Winds rage, the foundation is shaken, cracked, all possessions are being tossed to & fro. Dorothy observes her greatest fears within the wind just before the house comes to a crashing halt landing in munchkin land. This is a clear depiction of the my life leading up to my wilderness season. Storm Warning Looking back I can now perceive the many warnings God presented but my “christian” to-do list deprived me of my sight & disabled my discernment. My structure was not standing upon a firm foundation, I was not at all…

  • Fit & Faithful

    Desolate Wilderness: Part III

    “I can see the ivy, growing through the wall; ‘Cause you will stop at nothing to heal my broken soul.” Kari Jobe, “The Garden” Healing is a difficult process. I would love to tell you that once I had explanted my breast implants that I was miraculously healed (it definitely would have felt better at the time) but the fact that I wasn’t created an even larger miracle that I can share & warrants even greater glory to God! Physical symptoms began to disappear immediately as I previously shared through photos, but, deeper issues remained. A pit; mentally I was in a deep cavernous pit. Anxiety had consumed me. For…

  • Healing Harbor

    My Cultivated Life

    Written: January 2018 My cultivated life, would be one deeply rooted in Jesus Christ, saturated by God’s truth & promises. My cultivated life looks like quiet time with the Lord each morning, devoted time to war room prayers; fighting the battle through prayer, petition & thanksgiving. My cultivated prayer life looks me praying on my knees for my husband, our marriage, each one of my beautiful babies, my family, my friends, my community, my church, my world, my government, the return of Christ. My cultivated life looks like journaling: prayer & gratitude. My cultivated life looks like me anticipating the return of Christ, being prepared, my lantern is full, fresh…

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