Two disclaimers before you advance any farther. #1: If you think that the four years you spent in high school (or college) were the best years of your life, this post is not for you. Do not pass go, do not collect $200, click out of this article, abort mission. (Unless you are actually in highschool or college! Then disregard…
Don’t compare your sufferings to anyone else’s. Neither invalidating your experience nor assuming your obstacles are worse doesn’t help anyone. . Don’t compare your blessings to anyone else’s. Believe that “no good thing does he withhold from those whose walk is blameless.” Psalm 84:11 Ask for His best for you in whatever situation you are in. . Don’t refuse the…
Hello dear reader! Welcome to the second installment of the summer series How to Nourish Your Soul & Be Happy in the Lord. If you missed the introduction, click HERE. Today’s guest author is Rebekah Love Dorris. Rebekah is one of my soul sisters. We met through the Jerry Jenkins Writers Guild nearly two years ago through a conversation called…
Easter is a Year-Round Celebration Hello sweet friend. If you ever visit my home, there are three simple stick crosses gracing our mantel. You’ll see them purposely mixed with every holiday and seasonal décor throughout the year, because they are my reminder that life centers around what Jesus accomplished for me and what Jesus will accomplish through me as I…
2-Year Anniversary Dearest friend, thank you for being a treasured friend and part of the Look Up Sometimes community. My prayer is you continually find a grace-filled breathing space here. This week marks the two year anniversary of Look Up Sometimes! Yay! The Mission Behind Look Up Sometimes I started this blog with the mission to nurture those who didn’t…
Today I’m participating in the Five Minute Friday community. We’re supposed to write for five minutes and not edit. I take these rules as a kind of loose suggestion. The word prompt is: REGRET. I had a post all set to send you today, but I deleted it. Maybe I didn’t want you to know writing is a struggle right…
I love music. Since I was five, I’ve sung in choir. In high school, I attended a school that consistently placed in the top ten at state every year. I spent hours singing, almost daily. I also competed individually as high as the state level. I won awards and accolades, and it warped the way I viewed my identity. But…
I was laying tilted back with my mouth agape, sporting the ever fashionable dentist napkin-thingy, while the dental hygienist poked and prodded with assorted tools. “Do you brush vigorously?” she asked, scraping away. I cautiously shook my head, to avoid getting stabbed. She tried to figure out why my gums receded and commanded me to heed how hard I brushed.…
There are plenty of things I’m not. It does me a world of good to remember what I am. Who I am. Whose I am. It’s been a week of remembering, forgetting, and remembering again. I wish I knew who to thank for the compiled scriptures. I’ve had this awhile and recently stumbled across it. I streamlined the list to fit…
My six-year-old daughter, Zoe, taught me a love lesson exactly one year ago today. After she was tucked in for the night, she padded out of her room – one bare foot and one slipper-socked foot. I tensed, annoyed the finish line to my day was extended. Zoe held up the partner slipper sock in one hand and a gray…
