Last week a good friend told me that she was in a little bit of a spiritual crisis.
She was raised in a strong home with a strong sense of right and wrong. Being compliant, she obeyed all the rules.
She became a product of her environment; she enjoyed being right about things and that “way” worked for many years. But then she became a mom.
This morning at five a.m. three of my kids were working out hard in the garage. They came in at six a.m. all sweaty. I was in the kitchen making breakfast because that’s what I love to do.
It was so funny because I am 51 years old and my hormones are doing their thing. My eggs (not the ones on the stove!) are getting hard boiled and I am pretty much a hot mess. I found it hilarious to have these three very vibrant teens fill my kitchen with their hormonal selves, on the brink of adulthood and here I am on the backside of that, slowly decaying, adding my sweat to theirs in the kitchen.
In this Parenting Dare Blog, we intentionally highlight healing, identity and mission, which is the trifecta of spiritual growth.
Usually those three things go in order. A person will find healing, then they’ll realize their real identity then they’ll go on mission.
I have gone through those three steps, I just did them backwards. Oopsie Daisy.
Welcome! I recently read a story, a story that made my heart just about burst out of my chest and I am so excited to share it with you...but before I go there, I want to tie up a loose end from last week’s podcast episode.
(I didn’t write a detailed post last week, I only released the podcast because….well, some stories are better “in person.”)
Last week my daughter Rachel shared her story and I loved it so much because she clearly demonstrated the transformative power of healing and how finding her real identity set her free.