The Power of Being Still as You Walk Toward Healing

The Power of Being Still as You Walk Toward Healing

“How often are you still?”

The question caught me off guard. “I’m still all the time,” I answered. “When I’m reading, spending time in the Word. I’ve started to sit and listen to music while I work on a paint by number. I’m actually still more than I realized!”

“No, I mean truly still. Doing absolutely nothing. When do you allow your mind and body to be still?”

After a lengthy pause, “Oh, never.”

After that conversation, it didn’t require much energy to uncover just how much effort I unintentionally put into evading stillness. It became apparent that I struggle to do nothing, to simply be. But I couldn’t really pinpoint why.

As someone who believed they were incorporating the practice of stillness into their life, I started to pay attention to why I had unintentionally started avoiding it.

As I began to take note of the lack of stillness in my life, I discovered I had been confusing stillness with rest.

Learning to Wait When Our Longings Linger

Learning to Wait When Our Longings Linger

Purple crocuses pop against the backdrop of the dormant blades of grass—a sign that spring is on its way. Layers begin to shed as buds form on trees, and tulip and daffodil leaves miraculously sprout through the once hardened earth. Hope is palpable as new life slowly begins to surface and spring makes her debut.

The new life reminds us that nothing lasts forever. Seasons change. And the wait is always worth it in the end.

In life, winter seasons linger longer than we’d like when our longings go unmet. We fail to find hope as we grow weary and restless in seasons of waiting, but in the wait—no matter how long it stretches on—we can find the strength to endure knowing that God does not abandon us.

God with Us: Finding God in the Day-to-Day

God with Us: Finding God in the Day-to-Day

Since I was a young girl, I knew who God was and what it meant to be in relationship with Him. Throughout my childhood and young adult life, I’d built a relationship with Him—always eager to learn more, to find ways to connect with Him. What I knew, but never really experienced until I had to battle my health daily, was the gift of His presence.

The following is an excerpt from the ebook, Ungrounded: A Companion for Pausing in God’s Presence.

No Performance Necessary | Rare Disease Series

No Performance Necessary | Rare Disease Series

Growing up, our local dance studio was practically my second home. For fifteen years, countless hours were spent inside the studio learning ballet, tap, jazz, pointe, and, embarrassingly, hip hop for a few years. All the practice and hard work culminated in an annual spring recital.

Performing was something I had been trained to do, but being on stage was never something I looked forward to.

“You have handled this so well,” I heard time and time again while enduring chemotherapy to slow the growth of my rare tumor. A phrase that never sat well with my soul.

A people-pleaser at heart, the phrase unknowingly boxed me into having to meet other’s expectations of my health—a sense of having to handle my thoughts, feelings, and health well. While offered to encourage, the phrase laid out before me a stage—one that asked me to give the performance of my life—not for my sake, but for the benefit of others.

Letting Go to Embrace Change | Iola Guest Post

Letting Go to Embrace Change | Iola Guest Post

I’m honored to have my article “Letting Go to Embrace” included in the Change issue of the Iola magazine. It was written for anyone who has ever struggled to let go of the life they had planned and embrace the one they’ve been given. Enjoy a preview in this post!

Permission to Be Still and Honor Your Needs

Permission to Be Still and Honor Your Needs

Pen poised over my journal one morning, I felt a nudge to be still. “Take some time to rest and just be,” the voice in my head prompted me. Over the next 24 hours, I contemplated those words. I tried to piece together what I was being called to do. Deep down, I knew, but it was easier to ignore that voice.

I continued to pursue the easy path and pressed on as I attempted to pay no mind to the pull I felt—the voice telling me to stop striving and to seek rest.

A few weeks later, the pull became too strong to ignore. I had no choice but to pay attention.