About This Blog

No one is chasing after me. I’m chasing after myself. I’m not here to preach, complain, sell you anything or solve your life’s problems. I’m here being me…all of me. Everything is part of my unfinished story. For some crazy reason, in spite of myself, I’m experiencing something profound and completely undeserved. And, I can’t stop thinking about the need to share it all — what I’ve already lived, and what’s yet to come. I hope the story of this journey compels you to chase after yourself and find your place of fulfillment, faith and joy in the craziness. Life is so much more than what others tell you it should be, or needs to be…but only you can find it.

A moment of overflow

Picture yourself holding a pitcher of water. Now picture yourself trying to fill up a cup with water from the pitcher. And now put your imagination to work…imagine that cup moving around like a fly that you’re trying to swat…speedily heading in every other direction beside the direction you think it might go…at light speed. [...]

Graced

You know the people… …those who are human, yet striving to be superhuman. …those always, always, always working toward perfection, and are never satisfied. …those working to please way too many people…trying to make them proud. …those afraid to share their imperfections, faults and fears, even to those closest to them, because they’re afraid of [...]

Embraced

Embrace is a powerful word. It’s more than a hug. It’s more than a greeting. It creates an image. It prompts action. It evokes deep emotions. Webster’s definition confirms it: To clasp or hold close with the arms, usually as an expression of affection To surround; enclose To twine around Now add the “-ed” to [...]

Beautifully Vulnerable

Fear is a funny thing. It’s not always obvious. It’s horribly uncomfortable. And, it’s often taboo. Relational rejection. There. I said it. That’s my biggest fear. Now it’s out there. It’s ironic really. Ironic because I love being completely open. Ironic because I love the freedom to be real…raw…and human. Ironic because I love seeing [...]

To love like Natalie…

“My name is Natalie. N-A-T-A-L-I-E. I’m four-years-old. What’s your name?” “It’s Dawn. D-A-W-N.” “Hi Dawn! I’m going to call you ‘friend.’” And she did. In the hour I spent with that sweet little girl, she called me “friend” probably 50 times…every single time she spoke with me. I guess if you need a quick reminder [...]