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Wednesday, June 3, 2015

For the Hungry

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When I was 10 my family moved from urban life in Ft. Lauderdale to a rural dirt road in Central Florida. Our road dead-ended at a barbed wire fence.  I remember standing in the middle of that road often gazing on the big blue house that lay just beyond the fence. I wondered about the people that lived there and what their life must be like to live in such a magnificent home. In my naiveté I assumed they were rich and perhaps even famous or distant royalty. I was wrong on more than one account.

One day in the 9th grade I saw a girl, in neon sneakers and solar system printed pants, from across the hallway. I didn't know that she lived in the big blue house or that we would become friends. But to me anyone who bucked against the small town country uniform of Wranglers and boots was worth getting to know.

Renia and I became great friends and would stay that way for years. I would often climb between the barbed wires to spend time with Renia in the big blue house. Renia's life was very different than mine. The big blue house was not quite the palace I had expected but I usually enjoyed my visits there just the same.

Like with many relationships, ours faded with time, moves, and life circumstances. I would be an adult before I learned how much our childhood's had in common along with the secrets of the big blue house.

Years later, Renia and I would reconnect via Facebook and rekindle our relationship with a love of writting and a desire to cultivate lives worth living.



Born Hungry is Renia's story of life in rural Central Florida that most know nothing about. This book is not easy and that is what makes it good. She shares of a troubled childhood, leading into an early adulthood of living for everyone but herself. Those realities form the catalyst that led her to deny everyone else's dreams for her and embrace her own.

This book is for anyone who loves good food writing and even better stories. It's a quick read but one that will stick with you like memories of a gourmet meal. If you've lived in Central Florida or have knowledge of it's varied subcultures you'll find Born Hungry particularly delicious.


You can add it to your summer reading less for less than a trip to Starbucks. It's a quick read but one that will stick with you much longer than that $4 latte.



(I received a complimentary copy of Born Hungry but all opinions are my own.)

Friday, May 22, 2015

How to Love Like Jesus: Supporting the Grieving (Part 1)



" Mourn with those who mourn." Romans 12:15


Perhaps you've noticed a theme around here lately? With the loss off my dad and our move to Houston I've been thinking about grief a lot.

Today I'm over at Missional Women sharing the most important thing you can do when someone is grieving: ACT.

I'd love for you to join me there as we learn to love like Jesus and support the grieving together.

Monday, April 27, 2015

When You're in the Middle of Grief

 
“I feel like God is a big jerk who gets pleasure from taking things from me.”

The words come out as tears run down my hot cheeks. I am tired, on the brink of depression, and feeling trapped in a space that is suffocating in a city I don’t yet love.

My husband listens. He is there with me in my tears and grief. He is struggling, too.

I repeat the words to my counselor. They are ugly, difficult, but oftentimes feel like so much truth to me.
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Some weeks later we open the doors to our POD and a bad dream has come true. We see puddles, smell the scent of mildew and feel cardboard crumble beneath our fingers.  Moving to a brand new city, leaving everything we know and love behind has been a kind of hard I never expected. But this is completely out of left field.

We assess the damage. A lifetime of journals ruined. Words poured out to a God I believe hears even when I’m not sure He cares. Art that has been made with hours of love poured out on canvas and layered on paper. Destroyed. It is irreplaceable and unquantifiable. 

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Today I'm writing on grief over at Kate Motaung's space. It's not pretty. There are no "3 Easy Steps" or other advice for dealing with grief. It is simply honest emotion.  Continue reading by joining me there.