Some moments (hours, days, weeks, years) I feel just like this: I am full of holes. Damaged. Torn through. Beyond repair. When I so desperately want to be: Whole. But I'm not. I've been damaged from the outside. Holes punched from the external right through my tender insides. Torn pieces of me away. Vandalized by … Continue reading Wednesdays with Jillene: holes become whole
Wednesdays with Jillene: surrendering your strength
Are you really sure? I mean, really, there are only a few hours of Wednesday left. I haven’t finished half of the jobs I started today. And… I’m really tired. Can’t this wait until I’m on my game to write this one? It deserves more than my left-over strength, doesn’t it? And there it is… … Continue reading Wednesdays with Jillene: surrendering your strength
Wednesdays with Jillene: All In
Here is my struggle this day, this hour, this minute, this very second: Being All In. This weekend was amazing. I was blessed with the opportunity to speak at a weekend youth retreat. What a powerful weekend it turned out to be! Maybe you’ve experienced a moment in time like this before: where God … Continue reading Wednesdays with Jillene: All In
Wednesdays with Jillene: to really see
I stood right here on Sunday preparing to share words for Mother's Day. That day the pews were not empty and as I looked out at the crowd my eyes took in the fullness of the sight. And you know, I realized how often I look with out seeing, see without perceiving, perceive without truly … Continue reading Wednesdays with Jillene: to really see
Mother’s Day: when you need to hear these simple words
For years now, Mother’s Day has been a day that plays tug-of-war in my heart and my mind. A day which so often brings a clash between celebration and melancholy, a collision of joyous memories and sad remembrances, a day that leaves me torn with feelings of pit-of-despair unworthiness and being blessed beyond measure… oh … Continue reading Mother’s Day: when you need to hear these simple words
Wednesdays with Jillene: “my friends”
My little 4 year old has taken to talking about her "friends" a lot. "Mom!!! Are my friends coming home soon?" "Hi my friends! I want to show you my worm!" "Mom, why won't my friends play with me." What she's been talking about are her siblings. In her little cutesie kind of way, by … Continue reading Wednesdays with Jillene: “my friends”
Wednesdays with Jillene: I want to be first!
A never ending fight amongst children: who will get to go first? Push, shove, cut in line, race to get there. And if you can't win the race just start chanting, "First is the worst, second is the best." Alternately, change it up with, "FIRST one there is a rotten egg!" Say what you will, … Continue reading Wednesdays with Jillene: I want to be first!
Wednesdays with Jillene: to the readers
So... today didn't go as planned. A day of misplaced items and lost tempers, uncooperative technology and attitudes gone askew, interrupted plans and unscheduled activities... and an ER visit. Not that many people actually plan a trip to the Emergency Room, but this unplanned trip came at a rough time. Before you worry, know that … Continue reading Wednesdays with Jillene: to the readers
Wednesdays with Jillene: the weight we carry
I am a pack mule. Okay, I'm not really; however, if you've seen me in action it is likely you would agree that (all too often) I carry way more than I ought. And I like it almost as if it's an Olympic event, I load myself up with as many bags, children, boxes, whatever … Continue reading Wednesdays with Jillene: the weight we carry
Wednesdays with Jillene: what a week (when you need to know Sunday’s comin’)
what a week 3 simple words that say so much and so little Punctuation changes everything. What a week... What a week! what.a.week. Inflection tells a story. (sigh. quietly.) What a week. (speaking quickly with excitement) What a week. (spoken with bitterness, almost biting the words) What a week. Body language speaks volumes. (With shoulders … Continue reading Wednesdays with Jillene: what a week (when you need to know Sunday’s comin’)
Thin Moments 