i have HOPE because it was SPOKEN (part one)

how do you explain a special gift of attending a women’s Christian conference & a travel plan that makes you anxious (switching planes & a big Hotlanta airport with an embarrassing story to boot), & the connections from a stranger-turned-friend are placed in just the right timing? & even perhaps, how you sit next to

5 :: hopespoken

one:: hi, i’m barb, and i’m going to the hope spoken conference! whoohoo! i am so blessed to be able to go. this is a picture of my mom and i from a few weekends ago on a family visit to south haven, michigan (which is an AWESOME coastal town on Lake Michigan that you should

my horizon is my hope

i can hear the rumbles, but it cannot scare me away this time. i feel the mist, and yet, i am not affected. nothing can stop this exhilaration of hope. i am able to do hard things through one person here, & the Greatest One Ever. me, & Him. with work & FAITH. He has

the breath of freedom

the curtains take in deep breaths, as if they know i need to. the hum of the day, the dusk settling in, my lap warmed by the addictive portal. i speak of kindness, of loving your neighbor, but it is more than that. we must love our words too. protect them fiercely, know that they

on my way to

where to? i’m not sure yet. i know that there is a purpose for me feeling so purposeless. not in a depressed way, but in a professional, life mission way. like, where the heebies am i going? i wish i were….this is the quote that starts many conversations that i have inside my head. wondering,

be the light

i don’t know why, but this phrase is sticking to my ribs lately: be the light. please let me know if you know how it applies to me, and how to increase my bank account numbers with it. (not trying to get rich, just trying to get by). peace my friends, blf

trying to wear this one out.

what is it about this season of my life that makes me snap as i never have before?  so scared of making any mistakes?  as if, i haven’t made millions already?  and i’ve been forgiven (when i shouldn’t have been), but i’m terrified to fail.  at being a mama to alex, and a best girl

hitching posts

i don’t believe beauty and hope can be separated, nor ugliness and dispair be conquering where the beauty/hope team unites. i don’t believe hate can be divided into straight or narrow. i believe we(each other) are the hitching posts for support and understanding, and that we must use these truths to be self-preserving of the

copper connector, railroad conductor

i am not sure what the path that God has chosen for me except that somehow i’m a connector. i am the railroad conductor. child, sister, mediator. long term-er. connector.  like a copper wire of sorts, weaving my way around, making sure the electricity is on between folks. i utilize this copper with a sense of urgency,

diy life

1. be born. 2. make it through middle/high/elementary life while being awkward. 3. discover your path does not align with “well, on paper it’s perfect”. 4. realize that this is exactly where & when you’re supposed to be((hear)) 5. fall down, fail, get tragically uninspired by comparison to your-friends-peers-others. 6. realize that you hate this path, pray, choose another.