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FOR THOSE WHO WONDERED, I ANSWERED…
For those who wondered, I answered. ❤
Soooo, I wrote a book!
My book has officially been published and as of now, you can find it on Amazon! This book traces the last 10-14 years of my life. Marked by deep pain, depression, trauma, and an eating disorder, yet woven through every single moment is the golden thread of God’s presence. He was with me. Always. Faithful …
I Met My Younger Self For Coffee
I met my younger self for coffee... We were both 10 minutes early. She was wearing skinny jeans, and I was wearing sweatpants. Her hair was long, and mine was short. She cared a little too much about her appearance, and I was free. She couldn’t decide between a lavender latte and a chai. I …
Thanks a Latte Thoughts
I am sitting at Thanks a Latte this afternoon writing a book that will be published someday. Eight years ago, I was sitting here at this Thanks a Latte writing. During that time, I was only beginning to walk through depression. I self-harmed, I was in and out of school, and I traveled to Duke …
29 and So Much Life Left To Live.
i remember laying in my bed at 18 staring at balloons in my room simply dreading my 19th birthday. when i was 19, i was scared to turn 20. i wanted to escape. as birthdays continued the theme continued. but i celebrated. with family, with balloons, with gifts, with dinners, with smiles. on the outside …
Things to Live For.. and Stay For
THINGS TO LIVE FOR. i am learning my “why” is an anchor and can’t be moved within any storm. but there are little things that keep me going. little things to live for and stay for too. glimpses of joy. this year almost knocked me out but thank God for the people in my life …
Don’t Hold Onto The How…Just Go Skydiving.
recently i got caught up in a whirlwind that is “next steps”. finding myself overwhelmed, the Father whispered “holding onto the ‘how’ is only hurting you. release it to Me.” a few years ago before making the decision to come to Redding, i was in the same place. i remember sitting in a coffee shop when i found myself intimidated by what was ahead. as i wrestled with some of what the Lord was showing me about my future, i let the question of “how?” become bigger and bolder than His beautiful promises and purpose for my life. instead of having confidence in Him, i tried calculating how everything would work. in that moment, the Lord took me back to the first time i went skydiving. i was thinking about the excitement that i had until i realized exactly what i was going to be doing... falling out of the sky intentionally. there were so many doubts and fears coming up. within seconds my mind was clinging to the worst case scenario.
A Counseling Session Full of Freedom
i am thankful for the reality of freedom that awaits us on the other side of that simple but wildly courageous act of obedience - choosing to forgive. it's a choice. it might take every ounce of strength in us and finding someone to be by our side in it with us. but the freedom that is on the other side is beautiful. stunning. heavenly. weighty. full of glory. only by the blood can this be our reality. releasing people who have done us wrong and giving them over to the Lord. continuing to find freedom myself as i trace my hands along the golden thread of the Lord's constant goodness in my own story. He has always been good. so i can trust Him in this. i can trust Him with my story, with these people, with my life. i can choose to forgive.
I Lost My Dog, Soldier, Forever Ago. I Mean, 48 Days Ago.
i remember sitting on the ground that day with Soldier as the vet told us that there wasn’t good news and that we could take him home for one night. he had cancer and it spread to his lungs. he could barely breathe. we didn’t know. we knew something was wrong but he was hiding it from us so well. if we wanted to take him home for one night we could. i remember sitting with him on the ground. she met us there. the only words out of my mouth as tears streamed down my face in front of a stranger, “there’s nothing we can do?”…”i’m not going to treatment tomorrow”, “i don’t want to take him home. he’s in too much pain” …“call gracie”...who just so happened to be in town for the weekend too. not a coincidence. thank you Jesus. all of it worked out. but man that dog is a butt. and i miss him so.
annie snyder 