Encouraging Women to Live Rooted in the Sacred
So, because my mind doesn’t know how to quit, I’ve been thinking… To gain an audience with the President, we’d have to go through every invasive process. (And still probably be denied.) And, to chat with a company CEO, we’d need to justify our request for the boss’ time. But, to bend the ear of the Creator…the (Big L) Lord…
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Hey, friend. Are you like me and wondering how January got so far ahead of you? I mean, we were walking together for a minute, but somehow she outpaced me and sprinted to the end of the month. Serves me right for lollygagging after week one, I suppose. But, I love the last week of the month here at #ChasingCommunity,…
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<a href=”http://brendabradfordottinger.com/chasing-community/”><img src=”http://brendabradfordottinger.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/05/Linkup-button.jpg” alt=”” width=”250″ height=”250″ /></a> It’s a casual, pony-tail & sandals environment around here, but a few important reminders: Please remember to visit and leave some encouragement for other friends who’ve linked-up today — this is the heart of community & your words of support could be just the thing another friend needs to hear today. Please only…
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Hey, friend. ♥ Do you participate in the annual One-Word shenanigans? You know, where a single word is chosen to represent a focus for the year? I’ve been on the One-Word Train for a while now. The last few years, God’s surprised me with words I haven’t always understood, or known how to implement. And, honestly, I like it better…
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New years rarely come in gently, do they? Like toddlers in a toy-store they charge in, carrying resolutions and dreams bigger than their britches. Fresh beginnings, inspiring and heavy with promise—but often heavy, too, with fear. Fear of failure, of inadequacy, of not being enough for the dreams we’ve dared to wish upon a newborn year. So much weight on…
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Shuffling through my small Kentucky kitchen, I flipped the calendar page. October 2008 — new month of the year, same cry of my heart. Time was younger then, and so were we. We’d moved a lot, and while I believe those years of wandering were part of God’s plan, I longed to feel at home…somewhere. We’d had happy times; there…
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