Breathe… [a guest post by Brooke Simpson]

I have never been really good at telling the truth from a lie. The only time I am able to usually do this is when my students lie to me. They have this way of looking at the floor, biting their lips, stammering over their words which pretty much clues me into the fact that they are embellishing the truth just a bit.

This is especially true when I think about the thoughts that flow through my mind day after day, moment after moment. There are seasons where these thoughts are the truth. I hear the voice of the one who created me telling me that He delights in me, He sees past my shortcomings to the woman that He created me to be. I hear that I am loved, that I am good enough, that I have purpose and that He has a good and perfect plan for me! I rest in the truth that His timing is the best timing and that even in the waiting he has not lost sight of me.

I did it

I issued a challenge to myself and to you a few weeks ago. I challenged us to dance in the rain.

I can happily say that I did it. I danced in the rain! Free is exactly how I feel right now.

“Life isn’t about waiting for the storm to pass; it’s about learning to dance in the rain.”

Thank you for the rain, God. Thank you for freedom.

– Alisha

Dance in the rain

The rain has been plentiful this summer in Western North Carolina.

It seems as though the rain always has a way of ruining someone’s day. I never want to wake up when it rains. The days linger when it rains. My hair gets frizzy when it rains. And when we were children, the rain was the only thing that stood between us and the great outdoors.

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