Circle of Life

I live next door to a house that attracts certain people. It’s a small house. No yard, basement or second floor. It has wheel chair accessibility in all the doors.

Recently an older lady moved out and another one moved in. She’s old. She has lived a whole life and I always wonder about her story as I’ve only grabbed ahold of a few bits and pieces. She has grey hair and shuffles and most of the time I struggle to understand her, (I think she wears dentures).

It had been a rough day for me. The heat had still yet to dissipate over Atlanta as I walked my children to the mailbox. Something to do in an already rough morning. Honesty I just wanted to check out, to put them in front of the tv or make them take a morning nap. And there she was. Heading out on the arm of a nurse that comes to her house everyday. The nurse that makes sure she hasn’t fallen and that she’s eating.

My daughter being the social butterfly walks right over to talk. I don’t know if it was the heat that day, the exhaustion factor or the plastic sparkly jewelry of my daughters contrasting next to the bathrobe of the older person, but the contrast in front of me was striking. It was also, beautiful.

Here it is in front of me. ALL of life. In that moment I saw everything and wanted to grab hold of every blazing hot second of that crazy rough toddler day. “Soak it in, Kate.” I told myself. “Because in a blink of an eye, that’s it. from 3 to 30 to 85.”

I ran back into my house chasing toddlers and grabbing sippy cups. The little old lady shuffled slowly back into hers. I had laughs and tantrum’s and piles of laundry to deal with the rest of my day. She had a hair appointment and tv, to finish hers. The stories she tells have been interesting but it’s also a reality check that the stories she tells are always over while mine are still in the making.

What’s my point? What are you griping about, frustrated over, or just plain over looking that through the eyes of another person might be treasure on earth? I know that little old lady would kill to be back in my shoes. Lets not miss the beauty of the mess. The reality of our fleshy, physical existence. It’s what makes us human. It’s Christ incarnate that meets us in those moments. And it’s those moments that are the most important.

Soak it in. Relish. Treasure. Live. Feel. Adore.  Don’t miss one moment!

May the hard days, and the rough days, and the mundane days of our existence be the place where we create faith, beauty, love, hope, and our very own stories. A life marked by God’s grace and goodness.

“The spiritual world is connected to the physical world. The common factor connecting all things is true love.” – sun myung moon




Recently I got into a discussion about my journaling. Someone asked me where do I find the time? What do I say? Is it part of my Bible Study? I had plenty to say and lots of opinion on the topic. I am a journalist at heart and when I say that I don’t mean I make $$ off my writing. I truly am the real deal. I scribble, scratch and make up words. Incomplete sentences and anger management? I am the queen of it! It is my therapy. I love it.

Something changed my seventh grade year…I moved. I was lonely and in the most awkward part of growing up. Being the oldest of five and having my parents also in transition I was left to handle myself and even help with siblings. It’s amazing how the Lord brings you to a new and closer place during those seasons of life. It’s when your need for Him is great that you finally start to cultivate something new.

And so out of the need to write down my thoughts and fears and joys and just share about life, I began to keep a journal. It was and is still one of the best things I have every done. I am almost 31 years old and have over 32 volumes of my life. It has become my prayer-book, my health plan, my place to cry out to God and to pour out my anger or frustration. It’s a place to write my new years goals and the boring things of life. More than anything it has become a dialog with “Dear Friend”.

I first started in my teens thinking that my “husband or daughter” would one day read them and that was “Dear Friend”. But as I got more raw and real I realized that I was writing to someone far more knowledgeable about myself.

I can not even begin to explain to you how beneficial this exercise and discipline has been . All I would say is, Do It…

I have friends who only do it for sermon and spiritual things…Great! I have a husband who puts notes and verses and prayer requests in bullet points…Great! I write like a conversation. Whatever you decide I know that it will enrich your  life in ways that you can not even fathom.

Do yourself a favor and go buy a really nice journal and pen (I have found that personally I love blue ink and lined paper). There are many books out there on the topic of journaling. Grabbing one for inspiration is also highly recommended if you feel stuck or overwhelmed. I am reading one called Let it Out  By Katie Dalebout. The book talks about how a journal can literally be your own personal method of coaching.

A journal is a simple little book of your life and experiences. It is an asset to anyone who uses it. I heard someone say “It is the little dots and t’s of life”. Its your joy, emotions, struggles, and adventures. It is the mark of God’s creative hand in us.


Your spiritual and emotional health will be better off from taking to heart this discipline. Your action plan for life will benefit in ways you never could imagine! Mine was forever changed. Happy Journaling!