Are you addicted to your cell phone?

So, apparently I’m addicted to my cell phone.

Cell phone addiction

 

What’s not to love? It’s pink, it’s shiny and it responds to my every command.

I can’t recall when I first became aware that my iPhone had a function that showed how much screen time I average per day or week. But I do remember the shock when I saw the numbers, and no, I’m not going to tell you what they were. Talk about a wake-up call. There I was, complaining and making excuses about how I didn’t have enough time to write, that there just weren’t enough hours in the day, and the cold hard facts were staring me in the face.

I had the time. I was just squandering it.

In my defense, a portion of my screen time was under the category of reading and reference and creativity. Several of my devotionals are online and I use Blueletterbible.org every day as I read my Bible and write. Plus, I have the Kindle app which I occasionally use. But that’s not where the majority of the hours (oops, did I say hours? I meant minutes, ahem.) went. It was Facebook, Instagram, and Pinterest that were eating up my time—mindless scrolling and I don’t even like puppy dog videos.

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What to do when everything is not alright

 

Slow but steady

Hi, friends, it’s Monday morning, the time I have scheduled to work on this week’s blog post and it’s going SLOW. In fact, I’m a little panicked because I don’t have a clue what to write about. And yes, you’re right, I should probably dust my turtle collection.

I think about you and ask the Lord what I could share with you that would make a difference, because why else would I even do this? I don’t want to waste my words or your time. What do you need to hear this morning, friends? What would do your heart good? Help me, Lord!

And suddenly I hear the words of my Mom:

 

“Everything is going to be alright.”

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The simple, gospel truth about morning rituals and why they’re such an effective way to start your day

Mornings are my jam.

If you’re not a morning person, you’re probably rolling your eyes right about now. Don’t hate me. It’s how I was made, just like you were made to get your mojo on around 4:30 in the afternoon (yawn). I’ve always been this way.

Even when my babies kept me awake all night, I still loved mornings; who can resist the snuggly bed-headed toddler lugging his bedraggled bunny? Not me.

Mornings are a chance for a fresh start.

If you read this blog regularly, or follow me online, the you know I have this thing about the prefix re-, which means, “again, back, once more.” There’s a word in the Hebrew that express it beautifully: shuwb. It means to return, restore, refresh, repair.

We serve a “Re- God!” His mercies are new every morning. “Return,” He says, “I will restore.” With God, every day is a do-over.

Morning person or not, we all have to face a new day, every single day. The question is, how?  

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Why you will never understand addiction

Don’t miss the giveaway at the end of post!

Who hasn’t known the heartache of having a friend or loved one who struggles with addiction? The never-ending cycle of hope vs. hopelessness, of wanting to help but feeling helpless… it will (and should) drive you to your knees, which is why I’ve invited my good friend, Paula Jauch to share at my table today. I first met Paula at a writers conference; we were both rookies, searching for a way to get our words out into the world. Well, friends, her voice comes through loud and clear because she. speaks. truth. Hard-won truth, because she’s been there. The words she shares are written from a place of brokenness and healing.

This past fall I woke up to a message on my phone with a picture of a beautiful baby boy who had just been born into our family. The text was from one of my family members whose daughter had just given birth to this precious child. But what I wasn’t prepared for was the text that followed:

“Please keep her and her son in your prayers; she is being arrested because they found heroin in the baby’s system and her baby boy is being placed in protected custody. In the meantime he will be kept in the hospital to wean him off of the drug.”

I know this is a pretty heavy story to share but this is the kind of stuff I grew up with all my life and I still hear small glimpses of these types of stories from my family and many other families.

Please take notice that I said “small glimpses;” I have to be very careful of what I allow into my life or what I am willing to listen to. I can’t control everything I hear but I know from experience the repercussions of being absorbed into the family’s dysfunction from addiction: reliving the trauma and wounds to the degree that would prevent me from moving forward. And I desperately want to move forward.

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Word Power

“As a writer, I play with words all day long. I toy with them, listen for their overtones, crack them open, and try to stuff my thoughts inside.”
― Philip Yancey, What’s So Amazing About Grace

 

If you’re new here, you should know straight up that I’m a Word Nerd. My idea of fun is a morning spent with a dictionary, concordance and my etymology app. And coffee. Organic, fair-trade pour-over coffee. I’m not a total nerd.

Advance warning: a lot of these posts are loaded with definitions, word origins and Greek or Hebrew translations. I like to dig deep and I want to supply others with the tools to dig deep, too. If I could, I’d hand out shovels with every blog post.

 

 

I’ve been shaped by words and I bet you have, too. Words of encouragement, words of life, compliments, advice, instructions. But along with those, there have also been words of discouragement; words that felt like death, insults, advice I didn’t ask for, and even words I longed to hear, but never did.

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