Below you'll find a list of all posts that have been tagged as “Purpose”
I can feel Fall coming (figuratively and not literally…afterall, I live in Texas which currently feels like the inside of an oven). With the change of the physical season and so much recent change in our lives, I’ve been thinking back on previous life seasons. I love that scripture calls us to REMEMBER. (It also calls us to FORGET, but …
It took me a while to land on a word this year. And instead of choosing a million goals this year, I’m building my decisions and time and energy around this simple but impactful word: Intentional. I’m learning a lot about what it means to be intentional. It means a conscious decision to lean in when I would like to …
It’s 2019! When did that happen, and when did life start going so fast? If you’re anything like me, you’re probably scrambling into the new year, trying to catch up after the holidays, and hoping, praying your goals stick. Can I get an amen? I made a lot of goals last year, but I didn’t make them realistically. I didn’t …
I couldn’t stand with you this weekend, and yet I am one of you. It isn’t because I don’t believe in women’s rights and equality. I do. I believe God created men and women with equal value and different roles. I do not think that inhibits you from doing things independently or charging your own trail. I’m 28 and single …
It began with a young couple in front of a camera, fresh from the hipster state of Washington. It’s my favorite part of my job, these interviews. I get to take people’s stories and help them come to life. Yet as we rolled tape and began to dig into their lives, I couldn’t take my eyes off of them. Evidence …
It’s been a busy season. Like crawl in bed at 8pm a couple of nights recently kind of crazy. Work, personal life, and writing all seemed to hit at one time. The night before I was to leave for a Labor Day retreat with 1000 young adults from Dallas/Fort Worth, I got bad news. I texted my community group upset …
In 1951, Dylan Thomas penned a rather depressing poem called “Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night” capturing the empathy he felt for his dying father on his death bed. The poem addresses different types of individuals and essentially mourns the spent time while challenging them to fight for just a little more. It is postmodernism at its best. …
Failure can either defeat us or make us fight harder. My parents thought it was weird that I kept every grad school rejection letter. They watched me mourn over every no until the last few when I started asking “now what?” While some might see this as self-deprecation, I saw it as powerful motivation. As discouraged as I felt at …
Every Friday, I link up with a fun group of writers over at Lisa-Jo’s. We spill our hearts on the page (screen) for the love of the craft and because even virtual community untied by a love of language and purpose matters. Today’s word… WRITE It’s ironic to me that on a week where I wanted to take a break …
I’ve always been a dreamer. As a kid there was no telling were my little brain would take me – astronaut, pop star, world traveler, writer, CIA agent, wife and mom. I wanted to do big things. I wanted to matter. I wanted to make a difference. As an adult, I don’t think that’s changed too much. I’m still a …