In my Waiting, God is not late
“I count on one thing, the same God that never fails will not fail me now. In the waiting, the same God who’s never late is working all things out.”
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Author Archives: Darcie
My Soul Is Calling Me Out…
Life is full of change. Sometimes I don’t believe this. Sometimes life feels the same. Sometimes life feels like it will never change. And then all of a sudden I find myself letting go of my home and letting go of a job. And then all of a sudden I’m living in a new apartment […]
Dear Me…
I’m turning 30 in September. I know. Me, a 30-year old. I’ve been trying to rack my brain around what it will feel like not being a 20-something anymore. I’ve also been trying to figure out how my 20’s went by so fast? They say your 20’s are all about learning and getting experience and […]
Dear 2017, I need to find my way again…
Lately I’ve felt the need to write. Sometimes the words sit on my heart while I fall asleep urging me to get up and empty them onto a page of some sort. I try to fight that urge. Writing makes me feel things and sometimes I just don’t want to rehash those feelings. 2016 has […]
12 Years Later & I’m Still Not Married to a Tall, Dark & Handsome Youth Pastor. Insert Single Pity Party Here…
Every summer my family vacations at Chesley Lake Camp located in the beautiful Bruce Peninsula, not far from Sauble Beach. My Dad vacationed here as a child and the tradition carried on through my childhood and now into my adult years. Through the years, I’ve brought many friends to this place. For years we shared […]
Sometimes All I Hear Is “Not Good Enough”…
What if the big secret is that deep down, we all don’t feel like we’re enough. And we put on brave faces to pretend that we aren’t struggling right now.
I Want To Have Courage…
I like to choose a word for the season I find myself in. Sometimes it’s a word that I need to hear, and see and write down over and over again. Sometimes it’s a word that I want to be or that I need to remember that I am. I’ve found that the word I […]
I Was 7 When I learned Shame…
I was 7 years old when I learned what real shame felt like. Not the kind where your Mom scolds you for hitting your brother, the kind that takes root in your soul and reminds you daily that you are not enough. Not skinny enough, not pretty enough, not smart enough, not tall enough, you are not worthy of love or respect or being treated with equality.
Is being known really worth all the work?
I recently had coffee with a good friend of mine who also happens to be an avid writer. He was telling me how he’s gotten into the habit of getting up at 5am before everyone is awake and all is quiet just so he can have time and space to write. I admire this in many […]
I thought God forgot about me…
For a long time I felt like I was sitting on the bench watching the game and all I wanted to do was play. I felt the ache of wondering if God had forgotten about me or if I just wasn’t the type of person he was looking for. I felt like he didn’t see me. Even as I sit here and write these words, tears well up in my eyes because I know that deep ache, that deep longing to be seen and known.
