Saturday, October 29, 2016

We have not been forgotten. God isn’t ignoring our needs or waiting for us to be perfect before He answers our prayers. Instead He’s working out His plans for us long before we ever catch a glimpse of what He’s doing. Even when we can’t see His hands, we can still trust His heart.


Need a quick yet cute Halloween treat? These lollipop ghosts are fun for little hands to play with, only to find more surprise under wraps!


  • kleenex (preferably square) 
  • any color ribbon
  • black marker
  • lollipops (Blow Pop or Tootsie Pop size works best)

Friday, October 28, 2016


These easy-to-assemble bats were a big hit at preschool today! I just so happen to collect random household items for craft projects like this one, and had a bag of toilet paper rolls needing a purpose. Paper towel rolls work also; just cut them in half with a bread knife. Any way you do it, you're reusing, recycling, re-purposing!


  • paintbrush 
  • scissors 


  • toilet paper/paper towel rolls 
  • black paint (I chose washable black paint so that my 5-year old could help) 
  • black construction paper 
  • googly eyes 
  • glue 
  • candy (I used Starburst)

Thursday, October 27, 2016


Though it’s absolutely horrifying the amount of chemicals we’re exposed to on a daily basis, and no matter how much I’d like to eradicate that exposure for the sake of my family’s health, it can’t be done overnight. Baby steps. (Big baby steps preferably).

I am nowhere close to making the changes I want to make. I’m continuing to research and educate myself, and as I do, I will be posting my findings here on the blog. So, keep coming back!
Beginner Steps

I recommend reviewing the consumer guides at The Environmental Working Group (EWG), for a clear and quick way to review products you use or are seeking to buy. EWG discloses the toxic ingredients, if any, in each product and provides a rating system that’s easy to follow. Better yet, download the EWG Healthy Living App. I find myself using it numerous times each day everyday. You simply scan the bar code on the product, you can review its rating, and EWG can make a recommendation for a healthier alternative. It immensely simplifies your efforts towards healthier living.
Other helpful websites include (but not limited to):

Becoming a toxic-free family doesn’t mean you don’t enjoy some indulgences every once in a while. It’s all about balance. If we're being honest, it’s rather impossible to protect your family from all toxins – they will come in contact with toxins at school, other’s homes, and nearly every other public place. Do the best YOU can, that’s all you should expect from yourself. Simply choose to never stop learning, and with newfound knowledge, you’ll discover what changes you need to make over time. It’s better to make baby steps than no steps at all.

Wednesday, October 26, 2016


I'm about to say something that will sound heretical: I'm not surprised that God loves me.

Wait, what?! I'm not entitled to say that, right? Because I'm a terrible sinner, and He's perfect, so I should be totally unloveable. Right? Right.

And I am. 

But because of Christ's death, the Father has adopted me into His family. And it logically follows that a God who would go to such great lengths to have a relationship with me would love me in and through and because of and for that relationship.

What does not make sense to me at all is that I love Him. 

He's infinitely loveable, more beautiful than all other desires. But I was born with a wicked heart, one that is bent in toward myself, one that takes tiny created things and makes them into gods for me to spend my life worshiping. I'm inherently unable to view things through a lens of truth. Truth is all around me, to be sure. But my natural eyes are too blind to see it.

So it continues to shock me every day, when I find myself growing more in love with Him all the time. When I want to read His Word. When I want to obey Him more than I want to do my own thing.

And I know that it must be His love for me working within me to produce this love for Him. Because I don't know how to love good things on my own.

I'm stunned by my love for Him, because it is the most gripping, obvious, undeniable evidence of His love for me.

We love because He first loved us. - 1 John 4:19

Tuesday, October 25, 2016


With thousands of chemicals in our products today and little to no restriction in the U.S. on which can be used in said products, the BPA-free movement is great but is but a speck on the tip of a chemical iceberg. Consumers might wish to avoid substances such as formaldehyde and arsenic (both known carcinogens) or phthalates (chemicals associated with cancer and endocrine disruption) in their clothing and other products, but the federal government rarely requires manufacturers to list everything that goes into clothing or other consumer goods outside of food. As a result, people are unaware if these or other substances are in their body lotion or their children’s pajamas.
Unsure if a skincare product is safe for you or Baby? Visit the Environmental Working Group’s Skin Deep, or download the EWG Healthy Living app (iPhone and Android). This database lets you know what ingredients are safe and what to avoid. If you don’t find the product you’re looking for within the database, you can reference their top tips for safer products
Click here for a list of safe, natural skincare products we love! Here's just a sampling of products that are EWG Verified™!

Monday, October 24, 2016


Lately I’m finding it very difficult to write about cancer stuff. I sit down at my computer, feeling inspired to write a blog post or work on this “book” that I haven’t touched or really thought about in a long time. And then quickly, the motivation goes right out the door. I revert to doing work and instantly forget about whatever it was that I felt I needed to get down on paper (and by “paper” I mean “computer”… but that obviously sounds way less romantic and writer-ish).

I’m not sure why this has been happening, but I think much of it is due to the fact that I am majorly cancer’d out. 

I have not had one day where I haven’t had to think or speak about cancer in a very long time. It is exhausting thinking and talking about such heavy things all the time. People say that eventually the day comes where you realize, “Hey, I haven’t thought about cancer in a week!” I certainly hope so. I didn’t invite it in, but there it is, and its presence is constant.

I read up on the “cancer news” all the time. It might not be the best idea, but I really can’t help it. This is my universe. You might work in marketing, or finance, and you probably keep track of what is going on in those sectors so you can stay up to date and feel in the loop. Well, it is the same for me. My world just happens to be a bit less flashy and a bit less “something to talk about around the water cooler.” But I like to keep informed. I want to know what’s going on. This is my life, and my health, after all.

Cancer is not just something I had, or something that is in the past. It has become a huge part of my life. I used to get emails from people asking me for movie or food recommendations. Now I get emails asking for advice about lumpectomy vs mastectomy. This has become my new area of expertise. When people have a friend who is diagnosed, they send them to me. The cancer guru. The Dear Abby of planet cancer.

And really, I’m okay with it. I love helping people, most of you know this about me. I like reading about clinical trials and drug advancements and understanding a very complex world that until recently, I knew very little about. I am a passionate person and I become highly invested in whatever it is I am currently working on or learning about. I am drawn to books and movies about cancer. I like talking to people about their own experiences with cancer. I suppose, like anyone, I want to feel like I belong. And as much as I want to just be a “normal” woman, thinking about things like work, weekend activities with the kids, and all that regular-people stuff… cancer is part of it, too. There it is, and there it will always be.

But all that to say that sometimes, I just need a break. Sometimes I am literally so tired from thinking about it and writing about it, living and breathing it, that I need to lie down and take a nap. Sometimes I just need to turn my brain off, from the research, the statistics, the drugs, the fear, and the reality. Sometimes I just need to turn on the TV and watch the Hallmark Channel, which is pretty much the opposite of thinking about cancer. 

Saturday, October 22, 2016


Amie Valpone, best known as The Healthy Apple, healed herself from years and years of chronic illness by resetting her eating habits. Along the way, she became a professional chef, culinary nutritionist, recipe developer and author. I became obsessed with her new book Eating Clean: The 21-Day Plan to Detox, Fight Inflammation, and Reset Your Body, especially after I discovered recipes like this ridiculously delicious Peach Arugula Salad, which is gluten-free, vegan and paleo
Amie says: Here’s a dish that provides a big payoff for very little effort. It takes about five minutes to throw this salad together, and the combination of peppers, peaches, and arugula is simply beautiful. Serve it in a wide bowl to show off its good looks. 

Magical Peach Arugula Salad

Serves: 6-8
10 cups arugulamedium ripe peaches, pitted and dicedyellow or orange bell peppers, diced1⁄3 cup finely chopped raw walnutstablespoons extra-virgin olive oiltablespoons balsamic vinegartablespoon freshly squeezed lemon juice1⁄4 teaspoon freshly grated lemon zest1⁄4 teaspoon sea salt1⁄4 teaspoon freshly ground black pepper
In a large bowl, combine the arugula, peaches, bell peppers, and walnuts. In a small bowl, whisk together the oil, vinegar, lemon juice, lemon zest, salt, and pepper. Drizzle the dressing over the arugula mixture, toss, and serve.
Text excerpted from EATING CLEAN, © 2016 by AMIE VALPONE. Reproduced by permission of Houghton Mifflin Harcourt. All rights reserved


A while back I read this it’s been bouncing my spirit around:

Living in the will of God is more about knowing and trusting his specific promises than receiving direction (Hebrews 11:8). It’s more about resting in his sovereignty than wrestling with my ambiguity (Psalm 131:1) I’ve leanred and continue to learn that embracing God’s will for me largely consist in transferring my confidence from my own miniscule capacity to understand what’s going on and why to God’s omniscient and completely wise understanding (Proverbs 3:5) – Jan Bloom

I don’t know what He’s up to, but just like I told my 5 year old a few weeks ago while baking brownies – it needs a bit more time to bake. Two words come to mind….patience and courage.

Our job is not to rush or impede God’s timing, but to patiently walk through what He allows each day.

May we do so with courage – eyes and hearts open – for whatever is to come.

Thursday, October 20, 2016


I know what you’re thinking, “Oh, now that you have cancer, you've gone tree-hugging, vegan, anti-everything extremist.” Maybe just a little. But no, for years, I’ve researched this stuff. Some of it, I have incorporated into our lifestyle, and others I haven’t for no other reason than convenience or expense. Let’s be honest, it’s less convenient and more expensive to be healthier or to use safer methods.

I’m not going to preach, suggesting we legalize marijuana and dress our children in hemp. I’m not going to deny my kids the occasional hamburger and I’m not going to rid my diet of sushi because of too much mercury. But I am going to seek better choices and promote healthier alternatives.

Let’s rewind a bit and talk about cancer. As you know, all cancers develop because something has gone wrong with one or more of the genes in a cell. A change in a gene is called a ‘fault’ or ‘mutation’. Some faulty genes that increase the risk of cancer can be passed on from parent to child. These are called inherited cancer genes. This occurs when there is a mistake or a fault in the genes in an egg or sperm cell. Then the gene fault can be passed on to children.

I, on the other hand, developed invasive breast cancer at 38 years of age, with absolutely no family history of it. Additionally, I tested negative for 7 various gene mutations. It is believed that I did not “inherit” cancer genes. Rather, mine may be linked to exposure to carcinogens, be it hormones, antibiotics, cigarette smoke, sunlight, aluminum, chemicals or other – we may never know. Research clearly states that there are carcinogens in the very air we breathe.

Here are a few brief reads that are bound to make you gasp in disbelief:

Children with high levels of the chemical bisphenol A (found in most plastics) in their bodies were more likely to have Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder than those with lower levels of the chemical, according to a study published June 6 in the journal Environmental Research.(
Last year, EWG turned the spotlight on propyl paraben in its Dirty Dozen Guide To Food Additives because the federal Food and Drug Administration has listed its use in food as “Generally Recognized As Safe.” Despite mounting evidence that propyl paraben disrupts the endocrine system, the FDA has failed to take action to eliminate its use in food or reassess its safety. (
In the United States, fossil fuel combustion is the leading culprit for spewing nickel into the air we breathe. In other countries, heavy metal factories are also a common cause. Breathing in nickel increases the risk of nasal cancer and of lung cancer, the leading cancer killer of men and women in the U.S. (
The American Academy of Pediatrics recently made an official recommendation to limit children’s exposures to pesticides and herbicides, including minimizing the use of foods grown with chemical pesticides and using nonchemical pest control methods at home. (
In the United States, children can drink fruit juice beverages made with Red Dye No. 40 and eat macaroni and cheese colored with Yellow Dye No. 5 and No. 6. Yet in the U.K., these artificial colorings have been taken off the market due to health concerns, while in the rest of Europe, products that contain them must carry labels warning of the dyes’ potential adverse effect on children’s attention and behavior. (
The American Academy of Pediatrics admits that aluminum interferes with many cellular and metabolic processes in the body’s nervous system and tissues. Repeated exposure to aluminum can have damaging effects and yet children receive repeated injections during the recommended vaccine schedule.  Studies with mice have demonstrated a transient rise in aluminum levels in brain tissue.  Aluminum is also widely associated with breast cancer. (
The U.S. Food and Drug Administration places no restrictions on the use of formaldehyde or formaldehyde-releasing ingredients in cosmetics or personal care products. Yet formaldehyde-releasing agents are banned from these products in Japan and Sweden while their levels — and that of formaldehyde — are limited elsewhere in Europe. (
“Cosmetics regulations are more robust in the EU than here,” says Environmental Defense Fund health program director Sarah Vogel. U.S. regulators largely rely on industry information, she says. Industry performs copious testing, but current law does not require that cosmetic ingredients be free of certain adverse health effects before they go on the market. (FDA regulations, for example, do not specifically prohibit the use of carcinogens, mutagens or endocrine-disrupting chemicals.) So, even though the personal care products and cosmetics products industry has extensive voluntary ingredient safety guidelines — and obvious incentives to meet them — they are not legal requirements. (

Personally, I feel that if I don’t take measures to improve the environment for my immediate family, then I am essentially exposing them to toxins that may harmful to them in the long run. They may not directly inherit cancer genes from me through blood or DNA, but they may be inheriting cancer genes from what I’m exposing them to in the form of the food, products, and home air. My efforts may be deemed worthless compared to the great big world outside these four walls, but as a loving, protective parent, I feel it’s my duty to at least try.

When it comes to my children, I will follow the Precautionary Principle, established by the U.N. in 1982. It states that, “When an activity raises threats of harm to human health or the environment, precautionary measures should be taken even if some cause and effect relationships are not fully established scientifically.”

I vow to raise my family with this knowledge in mind, but—like all of us—sometimes I fail. So maybe I’m not the healthiest, greenest, naturalist mommy on the block. The point is, I try to make daily choices that can help us create a healthier lifestyle. And on this blog, I will share information about those choices with you in the coming weeks. Some which you will find helpful, informative and some just downright out of left field. Either way, thanks for being here! Too, your suggestions are always welcome.

Monday, October 17, 2016


Dearest friends. Awesome, wonderful humans. You.

You are the best of the BEST. You are. I am such a jumble of thoughts and emotions and pain and tiredness. And my post surgery brain is foggy and weird. I feel like I've forgotten a whole bunch of words. And I can't seem to form sentences that make sense, and sometimes when I talk this happens, "I just... I don't even... the thing is... what."

(or, as redhead Alyson Hannigan once put it, "Mouth words memory times")

The brain fog is a lovely side effect of everything going on in my body. Still, I'm going to try and convey my love and appreciation. Here goes.

I can't even begin to express the gratefulness that is in my heart. I am blown away. A recent post was a tough one to write, but what happened after I pressed publish was incredible. The way you have surrounded me with your kind words, your good vibes, your much-needed jokes, your beautiful prayers, your daily thoughts, and your compassionate love - has moved me to tears. You left comments, typed up emails, texted, wrote letters, sent gifts, tweeted, instagrammed, and even sent carrier pigeons.

(Ok fine, that last one never happened)

I'm. In. Awe. Totally speechless.

I'm learning to receive during this time, but I feel super unworthy.

Not only did you do all of the things above, you also told stories. You shared personal, heartfelt journeys. I have gotten to read stories from all around the world. Stories from old friends and new friends and people I had never spoken to, but now can't imagine this journey without them. Stories from cancer survivors, current cancer & disease fighters, people who have lost a family member or a friend, people who have conquered hardships and struggles, and have inspired so many. I am honored that you took the time and energy to share pieces of your hearts with me. I do not take it lightly. I am in the (slow) process of replying to each and every one of you - every email, every text, every comment, every tweet - and each time I reply to one, I send up a prayer of thankfulness that our paths crossed. And when I'm having a bad day or a moment of fear, I have your words to read over and over again. And that... I just can't thank you enough for that. Words sometimes fail me, so all I will say for now is that I think you're the raddest, most wonderful bunch of individuals and I carry your kindness, your love, and your stories with me every single day. I will carry them forever. You have inspired me. 

Thank you for lifting me up and helping me through this. If I can ever do the same for you... just say the word.

I'm doing okay. So much has happened in such a short amount of time... but I'm okay. I won't lie -- this is hard. And I have pain, much and often. And a lot of the time I'm like sweatpants are my jam, actual clothes can take a hike. And sometimes I get a burst of energy (yess!), but it usually lasts about twenty minutes and then the tired come back. It kind of bums me out. But - I'm here. And I'm doing well. And my body is responding. I'm refusing to wallow in self-pity. And I 'm remembering to laugh. And to keep fighting. I'm tough. I'm a warrior. I'm going to be fine.

It's funny. Ever since I mentioned the word warrior in my last post, it has popped up every single day, in some way or another. I hear it. I read it. I see it. In books and on blogs. In emails. In other people's stories. In their struggles and their losses. It's a constant reminder - to stay strong, and to be brave. We're all warriors, in our own ways. We all possess more strength and courage than we know. We can endure and conquer so much. And it's amazing when we come together - like all of you, so selflessly, have done for me - and stand up for one another, and help each other grieve, or push through an obstacle, or battle the wars in our bodies. When we come along side each other and lift each other up - it's a powerful thing. I am honored and humbled to be in the company of such mighty, mighty warriors.

Whatever you may face right now... just remember that you are brave. Even in your weariness, your pain, your overwhelming sense of grief, your confusion, your unbearable loneliness, your fear. Don't forget to feel. It's okay to hurt. I fully encourage a good cry or two or five. Just don't forget... that you are courageous. You've got this. You are not alone. I promise.

Saturday, October 15, 2016



I suppose what has inspired me my entire life is words. Well-timed sentiments... poems... sentences carefully crafted to bring out an image or emotion, song lyrics. They all make me dream of bigger things. I planned to be a writer when I was young, and it still may happen. But blogging is a decent outlet for now. F. Scott Fitzgerald and EE Cummings are my favorites. Oh, and if you haven't read Mumford and Sons lyrics, run! Don't walk. They're the best!

Thursday, October 13, 2016


We had to make the tough decision this summer; -- if we wanted to hold Reef back one more year in Pre-K or send him through to kindergarten. His birthday is July 25th, so he would have been the very youngest in his class with not only 5 year olds, but many 6 year old children who were previously held back themselves. After chatting with many a teacher friend and sitting on it a bit, we came to the decision that it would probably be best to let him have one more year in Pre-K. For Reef, this decision wasn’t really an academic one, as we felt he was somewhat equipped there. It was more an emotional / social one. He's is a sensitive little person. (I have no idea where he got that from! haha). He is shy and timid and slow to open up, but when he does, he gives all of himself, but it’s getting there that is the challenge. Too, when he feels incapable of performing as well as his peers, he feels defeated and moves on to independent play. We felt that one more year in Pre-K would give him the opportunity to grow in his social skills and self confidence. I know in my gut it was the right decision for Reef. And as it turns out, it's been the right decision -- he's not just surviving, but he's thriving. Being the oldest in the class has given him a newfound confidence, and his teachers are constantly raving about his progress. Maybe just maybe there's hope for us in this parenting gig.

Tuesday, October 11, 2016


I realized this year that I had so many issues wrapped up in asking for and/or accepting help. It's easier to give help than receive it. Giving makes me feel wonderful, while getting always made me feel guilty. 

One of Maya Angelou's essays from her book Letters to My Daughter has always stuck with me. It was about graciously accepting gifts, explaining that it is actually a gift for the giver, as well as, the recipient. People genuinely want to help. They want the opportunity to be of service. Often times, however, they just don't know how. 

I have learned in this cancer journey that by others giving unto me, was a gift to us both. I can hardly believe it took me 38 years for this epiphany when some of the most joyous moments in my life were when I was giving to someone else without expecting or wanting nothing in return. 

What I mean to convey to you, dear reader, is that my fear of being vulnerable all these years isolated me. I am not alone and neither are you. Ask for help. Accept help. You will undoubtedly be surprised who shows up. Humanity can tenderly and abundantly bless you just as it has blessed me.

Go and be blessed!


When I was first diagnosed with breast cancer in July, I spent some time thinking about my breasts. I started thinking back to all the insecurities I felt in my teens and twenties about my body. As women, we tend to pick apart our bodies so much that we are left feeling unhappy with the body we live in. We beat ourselves up for not looking like a Victoria Secret model. As I began to discuss the surgery options ahead, I realized that I never truly appreciated my body enough and I was out of time to make up for it. My boob was killing me and I had no choice but to remove it as soon as possible.

A lumpectomy was not an option for me due to the size of my tumor as compared to the overall size of my breast. So it came down to one boob or two. I spent less than 10 minutes, deciding which surgery to proceed with. Yep, you read it correctly...10 minutes. 

This is where I will stop and say that whatever surgery you choose, will be right for you. You know yourself and you know what’s best for you (taking into consideration your doctor’s recommendations of course). No one is in a place to judge you for the decision you make. Personally, I did not think that I could live with the fear of the cancer coming back in my other breast and there was an 80% chance that it would. I didn’t think I could take the added stress of ultrasounds every 6 months, and the constant unknown. So I decided to go with a double mastectomy. I wanted all the cancer gone and I wanted to eliminate as much risk of recurrence as possible. On this side of the surgery, I couldn't be more thankful that I confidently made such a decision -- the pathology performed upon my surgery identified 15 additional spots of Invasive Ductal Carcinoma. 

So how does one emotionally prepare for a mastectomy? I tried reading blogs, medical websites, books and talking to survivors, but nothing prepared for me the experience. I will do a separate post with specifics about what to bring to the hospital, clothing choices and tips for after surgery. I read one blog that referred to the mastectomy as an amputation and I think that was the most helpful way for me to look at it. You are quite literally removing a part of your body and while you may not need that part of your body to live, losing it will have a profound impact on your life. Before the surgery, I expected not to have an emotional response with my new body, but I woke up from surgery and realized that a piece of me was gone. Two pieces to be exact. All joking aside, I had to keep reminding myself that there was a bigger reason for my surgery; that surgery saved my life. Though I have to admit, I feel a little Frankenstein-y, pieced together with stitches and glue. Appropriate for the season, I suppose. No doubt, I am beginning to look at my body differently. I am beginning to accept this chance to love myself again and embrace this body that has given me a second chance at life.

I know I have a long road ahead of me: chemo maybe, definitely another surgery and reconstruction. I think this first surgery has changed my life forever. Never again will I look at my body the same. Never again will I take for granted this body I have and the life it allows me to live. I hope that other people can take my experience and reflect on their bodies. I can’t tell you enough how beautiful you are. You have to appreciate your body, flaws and all, - it's a gift - because you never know when something might come along that will change the way you see yourself forever.

Saturday, October 8, 2016


I’ve been thinking this morning about my voice. Not the breath in my lungs. But the story I own. The true things I know. And the platform I’ve been graciously given to share those things. On the bad days it’s easy to think “Who am I to share anything with anyone?” … I have very little answers and I will be the first to admit it.

But I have a story, and it is important. And in an age where the witty statuses are plentiful I think we owe it to each other to share this other stuff, the dark stuff. The messy stuff. The stuff that brings depth and meaning to the good stuff. I’m starting to sound like that Tim McGraw song now so I had better move on to what I’m actually trying to say.

There is beauty in the broken places, because that’s how we find out we need to be mended, and that’s how we become strong and whole.

The most elusive thing is hope when you are dealing with anxiety. Hope that you will ever come out of the fog. But hope there is, and it’s okay if you need to admit that someone out there might be able to help you find it.

I always say that social media is both a blessing and a curse. A curse when you are dealing with the kind of stuff that doesn’t fit into a happy status. These can be extra hard times when hard seasons of the soul collide with everyone else’s happy season.

I’m not sure how to wrap this up nicely, and I think that might be the point after all. It’s ok to be IN PROGRESS, under construction, ok to be a little broken. Just know that there’s still beauty for you there. You have to look harder but it’s there. And please know that in whichever season we're in, there is hope for you. Reach out to someone close to you and ask for help for where to see it. It’s there, I promise. Hold onto it. These seasons will pass for us both, friends.

Wednesday, October 5, 2016


Most of us juggle multiple titles throughout our days:  single woman, wife, mother, sister, cousin, friend, entrepreneur, boss, employee, athlete, chef. There’s pressure to be all things at once  — as though the idea of space and rest is only for the weak and weary.

God finally got my attention with my recent surgery. I was 38 years old and burnout was not far from my horizon.
When I was forced to rest I started to ask myself: Why am I living this way? Why do I schedule things with little or no time in between?
I realized I was trying to be Super Woman! If I was capable of doing something, I should be doing it, right?! I didn’t realize that beneath all my striving was a nagging question:  Am I enough?  Am I worthy?  Will I be loved if I’m not doing?  
I tend to view my successes, daily to-dos and accomplishments as proof – to myself and to the world — that I matter. My self-imposed standards and the expectations of others felt crippling.
Be still and know that I am God. Not do more, and then maybe you’ll know that I am God.
Come to me all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest. Not, once you accomplish a thousand things and are all things to all people, then you can have a quick nap.
Jesus gave himself space. He sat and asked others to bring Him food, He left meals to go to quiet places and pray. He disappointed people, and He didn’t apologize for it.
Christ understood that no external person or thing had the power to validate His worth. He was grounded in imago dei. — the idea that we are made in the image of God (Genesis 1), and because of that we have value and worth. Nothing external is able to define and prove our worth when we live in this truth.
If we really believed that, would we slow down? Would we pause to pray, or sit in silence, and have time for an unexpected phone call with a loved one? Imago dei means before I took my first breath I was, am, and will always be enough, worthy, and loved. God’s invitation is for us to be with Him, not to do more.
Life should be about more than cramming as much as possible into every day. Just because we can doesn’t mean we should. And when we practice giving ourselves space it prepares us to move through life from a more grounded place.
I am still learning how to do this. I have to practice creating healthy daily margins. There have been many times where I’ve had to ask myself why I’m adding certain things to my schedule. I’m reminded that we are imago dei:  made in the image of God. And nothing other than that can define who we are and our worth. Amen?

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