Sunday, September 10, 2017

Truth Notebook 9/10/17

Freely I have given you, now freely give.
"Unforgiveness is like drinking poison and waiting for the other person to die."
How deep the Father's love for us.
But every day is a new beginning.
"Many dream by night... but those who dream by day will change the world."
"There is no language for this kind of loss."
The saddest kind of life must be one where you cannot pray.

You will stop at nothing 
To heal my broken soul
I realized you never left
And for this moment 
You planned ahead

The world changes today.
Some people spend so much time talking about God they don't have any time left over to act like Him.
"A stranger by sight isn't always a stranger by spirit."
They buried us. They didn't know we were seeds.
He has not left us as orphans.
So it was not you who sent me here, but God.
Even the wind and the sea obey Him.

The world is just as scary as I thought it was
But your love makes me braver still

Exceedingly and abundantly above all we ask or think.
"Grace came down and opened us like flowers."
See, I am doing a new thing. Now it springs up; do you not perceive it? I am making a way in the wilderness and streams in the wasteland.
If pain makes you unable to feel, write about love instead.
"How can a man just keep walking around with his heart full of holes?"

The tune resonates in the open space 
To show us how emptiness sings

Unless the Lord builds a house, the work of the builders is wasted.
God doesn't give us permission to reject people. 
Jesus paid it all, all to Him I owe.
Forgive him, for the Father in Heaven has forgiven you.
If the Spirit says, "Go."
He cares about specific needs, too.
Longing for the Father's love.
Grace tonight will pull us through.
"We in our foolishness thought we were wise
He played the fool and He opened our eyes."
I must understand my identity in God.
Thy will be done.
Jesus, my most precious treasure.

To write the love of God above
Would drain the ocean dry;
Nor could the scroll contain the whole
If stretched from sky to sky

I have decided to follow Jesus.

No turning back.

No turning back.

Wednesday, August 30, 2017

Cover Reveal: Where Dandelions Grow by Lydia Howe

Hi all! Welcome.

This is my first cover reveal ever, and I'm super happy that it gets to be for Lydia. A few years ago, Lydia and I emailed back and forth about our experiences with Lyme Disease. She had suffered from the illness for multiple years and was just beginning to get better. I was really sick, though. I will never forget how much her encouragement meant to me during those dark days. She even sent me a "get well soon" package with fuzzy socks and a notebook. This girl is gold.

Anyway... to the cover reveal!

Where Dandelions Grow is Lydia's newest novel. It's set to release in ebook on September 26th! The book is available for pre-order through Amazon at this link and only costs $0.99! Here's the blurb:

Cousins are forever, or at least they’re supposed to be.

What happens when your world falls apart and your dreams are mocked by those closest to you?

Destiny’s idyllic childhood full of laughter and cousins abruptly ended when her mom uprooted the family to move them across the country with strict instructions to never talk about Swallow Ridge again. Eleven years later Destiny moves back to her hometown, determined to find her cousins… and answers.

Plagued by generations of bitterness and manipulation, Destiny hides her life-long goal - unwilling to let anyone else trample her fragile dreams. But living in the cozy town full of dandelions teaches Destiny there’s more to life than what she’s been taught.

Is it possible Swallow Ridge not only holds the answers Destiny so intensely searches for, but also the hope?

... and the cover!

Congratulations, friend! So beautiful.

Lydia is hosting a giveaway here that you should absolutely enter. Also, be sure to check out her blog. I love reading up on all her travels and adventures!  

Let's send Lydia some love! What do you think of her cover? Is there a blogger in your life who has blessed you during a difficult time?

Monday, July 31, 2017

My Heart isn't Disposable: The Burden of a Teen Writer (Part 1)

“It’s hard to write.”

These words and other similar ones have leaked from my pen over and over these past three years.

I feel…

Overwhelmed. Shot down by the world and its wrath. My imagination, wild with pretty worlds and descriptions is also eager with longing for a better land of peace, prosperity, and life. As I imagine new worlds with characters and plot twists, I imagine our own little place in the universe to be better than it actually is.

I wonder at my struggle to string words together. My creativity has rarely run dry—It doesn’t make sense to me. Yet, it makes plenty of sense, because today I find myself constantly bombarded by the pessimistic spirit of the people around me—all living their lives void of hope, redemption, and purpose. I feel them like a current, heavily pulling my body down under the depths of their ocean over and over again. Their plague feeds off me. Over and over I say the words, “I can’t write” and I recognize that it’s their current taking me prisoner, forcing me to join their ranks. Swiftly, news programs and coworkers in despair challenge every hope that I cling to. “Life’s too hard.”
“It’s only downhill from here.”
“Make sure you like your job or you’ll have nothing to live for.”

Shots fire across the skies in Monsul, and with them take the blood of our children. Condemning words blaze from the mouths of superficial pastors, and those kill the passion in our brothers and sisters. Spirits of depression and anxiety are welcomed with open arms by our teens who haven’t been told that our God is so much stronger. I can’t write because there’s a bullet through my hope right now, placed strategically by the enemy of God, compelled by disappointment after disappointment.

So is this war?


When I sat down today to write my feelings out on this page, I had planned something a little bit different to say. I wanted to talk the young writer. The one who’s starting like I did, writing their goals out on post-it notes, and notching away at chapters for future books. I remember being you and today I’m wishing I could go back to being the girl who wasn’t concerned with marketing, chronic illness, or making money to live on. There’s one thing I want to tell you about the writing profession, and it’s important. By now I’m sure you’ve figured out that writing is actually one of the best things ever. I think so, too. But as you’ve listened to me lament just now, you’ll also realize that it’s hell sometimes as well. Some days, I feel like everything and everyone is against me, and still I have to press on. This is my dream.

When I started my first book so cleverly titled, “Nothing Left but Hope,” I remember how proud of it I was. I had this little folder that I kept it in and I brought it with me everywhere, sometimes to share with my closest friends, sometimes to “edit,” and sometimes just to stare at. Every word of that manuscript was completely, wholly mine, a piece of tangible imagination that nobody could take away from me. Other stories I shared as well. An unfinished novel called “When we Reach the Sunset,” my book “Rain Dancer,” and my novel, “Reaching Home,” all found their way into the hearts and inboxes of friends and relatives. Sometimes I would even share my passion with strangers, or with acquaintances who expressed interest in writing.

In 2013, all of my hard work paid off and I signed a contract on "Reaching Home" with a small publisher from out West. There is nothing in the world I was prouder of than that piece of paper. Soon after the contract though, life began to alter for me. Strangers would come up to me and ask about my book. People from my homeschool group who I hardly knew would strike up conversations about story genres and they would want to know about the characters from my novel. What was my writing style like? Had I heard of this other teen author? How much money was I going to make from my novel? Was this just some sketchy self-publishing deal? Did I know what I was getting myself into? Did I write about myself or were the characters purely made up? Could I read some of their writing and give my opinion?

Obediently, I answered these questions, and more. I allowed friends and strangers to fill my inbox with their own creations. I created polite conversations and opened up about my stories and my future as a writer. From the guidance I received from my publisher, I knew that talking about my book was important to them and imperative to my novel’s success.

It didn’t take long for me to feel overwhelmed and completely burned out. I sat down to write another book and the words stuck in my throat. Voices and opinions, criticism and enthusiasm overflowed my brain until there was no room left for creativity. I felt pressured to be something to everyone, to be a role model, a good Christian, a good writer, a good mentor. I was living every day like a high-schooler, but feeling the weight of a greater, heavier responsibility. I couldn’t put words together, I started dreading the questions, and I tip-toed around people who I thought might threaten my walls of coping mechanisms.

A few days ago, I was reflecting on this time in my life and I tried to pinpoint some sort of event or expectation that pushed me over the edge, into the oblivion of silence and self-preservation. I discovered that it was this: being an author required me to share my greatest treasure and deepest heart—my stories—with my enemies, with people I hardly knew, and with people who made me feel unsafe.     

This didn’t happen with everyone, or even with most of the people I encountered. It was probably my own sensitive heart that made me feel threatened so easily, or even my own pride. The point is that I did, I felt threatened. There are few things in this life that make me feel more uncomfortable than sharing information—even impersonal—with people I don’t trust.

With the responsibility I had to my publisher to get the word out, I felt as though it was my job to share about Reaching Home with anyone who would ask or listen. I didn’t realize how emotionally involved sharing about the story would become. I was prepared for an onslaught as soon as my book hit shelves, but I didn’t expect it to come the day I wrote my signature on that dotted line. I didn’t expect it to come this way. Fear and stress drove me to lose the joy I had found in writing. It was like my soul stopped speaking its own language. I felt so dead inside.

This summer I started a rehab program that’s supposed to help my body stop hyper-reacting to mold exposure. In the program, students are taught how to stop “trauma loops” that are created by the brain when the person feels threatened. I have started to notice that in stopping these trauma loops, not only have I been able to walk out of moldy buildings unscathed, but I have also gained significant ground with my writing. I have noticed myself thinking creatively more often, and my desire to write stems more from the joy of it and less from harsh responsibility.

Last week, for the first time, I opened up to a fellow artist about my book. I talked to her about my passion, and she listened. I talked to her about my characters, and they came alive. I found healing and peace in our conversation and in the broken “trauma loops.”

Perhaps my struggle with writing has been health related, perhaps not, perhaps it’s been a little of everything. Whatever the cause, I know I’m not the only one who has fought through the thick walls of writer’s block only to come out on the other side and realize there’s still more to conqueror. I see a lot of advice columns written to young unpublished writers, posts titled things like, “8 Things I Wish I Knew Before I Got Published,” and sometimes those posts make me laugh. There’s really only one thing I wish I’d known before signing my name to those documents and that is this: I wish I’d known it was okay to stay myself. I wish I’d known that among all the huge responsibilities placed upon a writer, the biggest one of all is to not change who you are. I wish I’d known that writing my heart out doesn’t make it disposable.

Sit down, breathe, and make your own path. Don’t be afraid to say “no.” Seek out the right times, places, and people to talk about writing with, and if you ever feel uncomfortable, it’s okay to stop the conversation. You don’t owe anyone information. The most success in writing comes when you know your boundaries, learn to stay true to you, and love what you create.






Friday, June 9, 2017

Freedom Smells Like New York Summer

Freedom smells like New York summer spilling through my car windows. It looks like a red streaked cloud painted on top of a sunset and like s’mores and shadows made by our campfire. Freedom is bold, daring, and it calls my name even though I am neither. It chooses me and I cannot not refuse.
Freedom is when my brother says, “I’m glad it’s pretty for you out here.” But it’s also bondage because I need it to be pretty. For the sake of freedom, freedom itself is offered up. The card that’s traded is up to fate and fate is a gambler so I can’t be sure this is really the right choice.
Freedom feels like being handed the moon and it’s hard because I never had the moon to deal with before. Do you smother it or keep it on a string? What happens when you have to let it go?

Freedom feels a lot like growing up and it fits me well like this lacy strapless dress. I couldn’t live without it again. I just wish that gaining my freedom didn’t have to mean giving so much of it up.

May 18, 2017

Sunday, May 28, 2017

5 Things I Learned From the Lyme Diet

Almost two months ago, I began an intense and adventurous diet aimed toward healing my gut and ridding my body of inflammation. The diet is a combination of the AIP (autoimmune), elimination, and anti-inflammatory diets. When I started, I couldn't eat sugar, gluten, dairy, a variety of oils and trans fats, peanut butter, eggs, corn, soy, pork, or beef. Right now, the only foods on that list I have successfully added back in are peanut butter and pork.

On Instagram, I wrote about how the decision to go forward with the diet was emotional and difficult for me. However, as I approach the two month marker of “eating clean,” I am increasingly thankful that I said “yes” to this lifestyle change. Dieting has been an educational experience full of challenge, discovery, and mad chocolate cravings, amirite? I wanted to share with you five things I’ve learned these past few months that are important to this form of dieting.

1. If you're going to start a diet, make sure you're prepared. 

One of the reasons I was so nervous about beginning the diet was because I'd tried it before without success. In 2014, I dove headlong into a challenging eating regime that I really knew nothing about. It ended badly. This time, I collaborated with my doctor and did a lot of research before beginning. I experimented with different recipes allowed in my diet before actually starting it, so that I was familiar with the foods I'd be eating. I asked questions, read books, and allowed myself to make mistakes. I went gluten free immediately, but I took a few weeks before eliminating sugar, dairy, and other food groups. I made a point to eat "forbidden" foods over going hungry, and that was pivotal to success.

2. Food isn't Magic and it Doesn't {Usually} Cure Chronic Lyme

For a variety of health problems and diseases, dieting has become a trendy cure. One of the most common things I hear when people find out I have Lyme is, “are you trying any specific diet to help with that?”

Lyme is a ridiculously complex illness that requires lengthy, difficult treatment. Medication is still experimental and very specific to the individual. Dieting is certainly helpful during some phases of treatment, but antibiotic therapy and detoxes are also required. In my case, I spent a year on antibiotics, a year on detoxing medication, and I moved 600 miles across the country for a better healing environment. It upsets me to hear people say that if I had only removed certain foods from my diet, I wouldn’t have had to go through that. If I had only removed certain foods from my diet, I wouldn’t have had to be sick for as long as I was. Plus, it simply isn’t true.

When I tried the Lyme diet the first time around, it exhausted me and did more harm than good. It was far more beneficial during that time for me to focus on other things like antibiotics, my environment and getting enough food.

3. Guacamole is one of man’s greatest creations. 

Best thing I’ve learned so far.

4. The Lyme Diet is as Easy as it is Difficult

It’s difficult because it requires a great deal of planning and discipline. You can’t eat out, and if your friends are having lunch together, you’ll have to bring your own. Also, you can’t have s’mores.

But it gets easier. The planning becomes more routine and the food lists keep you organized. It’s an expensive eating regime, but the money balances out in some cases. I can’t buy anything on impulse and I can’t stop in for fast food on a day I’ve forgotten my lunch.

At first, I felt like there was nothing on earth I could eat. Being so confined to certain foods has forced me to be creative with the options that I do have, though. Through the diet, I have discovered great foods I never would have eaten otherwise.

5. I appreciate people.

I appreciate people who make healthy eating options available to me. Like Wegmans, wow, what a guy. I appreciate the folks who created dairy and sugar free ice cream. I have a better appreciation and respect for food itself as a whole.

I am so thankful for friends and family who have supported me on this new adventure. The ones who have encouraged me, suggested new recipes, and the ones who get really excited when they notice how healthy I look. I appreciate the people in my life who walk beside me and my choices, without telling me what to do.

Conclusion (Thing-y)

I do miss things like bagels, cake, cheese, s’mores (obviously), and even pizza, but I feel a lot better without them. I don’t have the desire to trade in my health so I can eat a s’more. I am thankful for this hard, real, wonderful experience. Even if I have to keep it up for a long time, I’ll be okay with that.

I think everyone should take the opportunity to do a diet like this one if they have the time and means. It’s a cultural experience. It’s helped me better discover how my body works and better understand how to take care of it properly. Lastly, the Lyme diet has given me a better appreciation for patients of autoimmune diseases. What they go through is incredible. These guys are my heroes. 

Thanks for sticking around to hear about my diet! Do you follow a specific eating regime? Tell me about it! 

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