Liberty University School of Religion Commencement 2013As an 18 year old blonde headed girl back in May of 1996 in Tucson, AZ, she was in the sea of black mortarboards one mild spring desert night anxiously awaiting her glory moment: to finally receive her diploma after five years (not four) of hard work in High School.

After High School, she dove right into EMS/Fire for her career choice after much deliberation to either join up with the US Coast Guard to obtain her degree through their academy for Marine Biology. She just didn’t trust Continue Reading…

“Don’t you realize that in a race everyone runs, but only one person gets the prize? So run to win!” – 1 Cor 9:24 (NLT)

This morning as I woke to see my husband’s face, I found myself staring at him and thinking to myself, “I really love this man…and I wish he could stay home today.” Upon sharing this with him, his groggy face retorted, “I wish I could, too.” I then found myself having a song run through my head that I heard for the first time ever in Spanish last night when I took him and our son out to eat…this one: Continue Reading…

Mirrors by Lori JacksonReflections can be tricky things, especially concerning the adult child of a narcissistic upbringing. They can:

…pose as absolute threats to the inner child seeking to hide away from the pain that persists far into adulthood.

…help us hide from the deeply woven emotional pains of the heart that need to be healed; spawning the continuance of narcissism in generational bondage…

…or they can be cathartic tools to help us break the prison cells that we put around us; heralding health and healing.

The wild, crazy thing about narcissism though is that it usually becomes the center of much jesting in society; and friends, this is hurtful, not helpful.

Narcissism at it’s core is simply, Continue Reading…

Rejection.

Infliction of heartache.

Unkind words.

Plots to separate me and my husband, my family.

Threats to harm.

Harsh good-byes.

These things, I’ve experienced and endured with blood-lined family for nearly 16 years.

They hurt, no doubt. However, as I’ve been learning for some time now…it’s not that pain happens, Continue Reading…

Last autumn, I took my son apple pickin’ (hey, I’m in the South, so it’s pickin’) for the first time ever. Honestly enough, it was my first ever time, too.

Upon arriving, I experienced a welling up of anticipation to have an adventure with my son seeking out ripe fruit to take home for us to enjoy and to preserve for the upcoming holidays. I had to explore, I had to discern, I had to find…and find I did.

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Mirror, Mirror

April 23, 2013 — Leave a comment

I’ve had a difficult time most of my life enjoying looking in mirrors; so much to the point, none exist in the bedroom space where my husband and I sleep. It’s been hard, because I’ve had a very difficult time most of my life simply just liking myself…never mind liking the reflection I see back to my eyes.

Yet, today, I stand in a very different spaceContinue Reading…

I Feel…I Am

April 17, 2013 — Leave a comment

I feel ugly.

I feel wretched.

I feel inept.

I feel like a failure.

What I share here today, all reveals how I feel about myself – in the flesh – as a mother.

A mom.

A mommy.

A mama. Continue Reading…

I need to be alone.

Harsh words spoken from the roots of brokenness. Pain.

To be alone means we allow ourselves to wallow. To live more pain than necessary.

To be alone allows our minds to wander to a place they ought never to go…into the pain.

To feel pain is one thing, friends…

…to go into it, and live it, is quite another.

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Being vs. Doing

April 11, 2013 — Leave a comment

Confirmations come in threes…

…at least for me, they do.

For just about a month now, I’ve been hearing the message revealed in similar ways twice before the very, “to the point” message I received today.

“Slow down, Marni. Just be.”

Don’t do…just be.

Grow.

Heal.

Stay put.

Bloom Continue Reading…