Common-sense grace for the try-hard girl
This post isn’t about your pantry or closet or getting rid of your stuff. It’s not about magical arts or even tidying up. This post is about decluttering your life by jettisoning what isn’t crucial to your calling and giving you room to breathe. It’s about looking at your calling, recognizing what’s cluttering it, and […]
Several years ago, I was kindergarten room-mom, mother to a preschooler, employee, host and leader of a small group, exercise fanatic, participant in a second bible study, wife, friend, daughter, continuous house cleaner, and baker of scratch-made birthday cakes. I was trying to do all the things I thought I should be doing. Now these […]
The Bible tells me not to do it, but I just can’t help myself. I do it every day, multiple times a day. It’s almost involuntary like breathing. I compare. This topic isn’t new to the blog (The one thing we all do and How comparison leads to shame, fear, and a faulty view of […]
It’s easy for me to say “Much grace” to my friends but very difficult to say it to myself. Why? I believe that extending myself grace means that I’m giving myself a free pass to Lazytown. Let’s unpack how to know the difference by answering the question: Why do I wrestle with this issue at […]
It happens virtually every time a friend and I get together over coffee: one of us shares how we’re wrestling with what we should do next. Do I go back to grad school knowing it will impact my family but further my career? Do I take that job and move away from friends and family? […]
This Texas girl thought she knew the definitions of words like big, tough, and “don’t mess with” until I went to Russia. Russia is expansive, hardened, and isn’t joking about keeping your eyes forward and your feet on the straight and narrow. Several of us from my youth group went to St. Petersburg our junior year […]
My stomach hurt every day—it happened like clockwork. Promotion after promotion had landed me a much-coveted job planning events for the Houston Astros, but my body didn’t seem to understand that. I often felt exhausted and fragile… but I didn’t know why. For crying out loud, I was Jill McCormick, didn’t my body know that? […]
In college, I interned for the Houston Livestock Show and Rodeo and wrote press releases that covered rounds of people showing their cattle, sheep, and chickens. It was all pretty uneventful until I momentarily left, came back, and forgot how to navigate my way back to the press area. I found myself inside the Longhorn corral, […]
It started before my feet even hit the floor. I hit snooze on my alarm and knew my quiet time would be cut short. My brain whispered to my heart: I bet your friends got up early this morning, but look at you… the slacker. I truly believed I was letting Jesus down by sleeping […]
The year was 1994. I was a college freshman, and I had a thought while sitting bored in my dorm: Does my pepper spray really work? So I pressed the lever… and the spray quickly filled the room, entered the ventilation system, and invaded the rooms of every girl on the 2nd floor. And because […]
