faith
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What Am I Doing Here
Someone asked me recently what exactly I’m doing with Held, Not Measured.And honestly, I wasn’t quite sure how to answer.Is it about body image? Faith? Our little old house? Family stories?Apparently, I’ve decided to talk about all of it. 😂But the more I thought about it, the more I realized maybe those things aren’t as…
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Choosing Home
What Home Came to Mean to MeFor the past two weeks, I’ve been telling you stories that began with a little house in Headrick, Oklahoma.First came The Water Wagon—the story of a little boy named Merle who came to my grandparents’ house for water.Then last week I told you about The Little House in Headrick,…
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The Little House in Headrick
Last week I shared the story of The Water Wagon—about a little boy who came to my grandparents’ house in Headrick with a wagon to get water. This is the second of three connected stories from that same little house.That little house was built by my great-grandfather and my granddad.My grandparents lived there until 1971,…
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The Water Wagon
My dad grew up in the little Oklahoma town of Headrick.When he was a boy, another boy, about a year older than him, would pull a wagon to my grandparents’ house.My grandparents had an outdoor water faucet, and one day the boy asked my dad if he could have some water. My dad went inside…
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Date Night
Lately I’ve been thinking about the next season of life.As my husband and I move closer to retirement, I’ve noticed something changing in me. I’m finding more joy in simple things.This past Saturday was a good reminder.We started with a “couples massage.” Not at a spa…just two massage chairs at the mall. We’ve had the…
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Six months later
On January 1st, I threw away my scale.I didn’t really know what would happen after that. I just knew I was tired of letting a number decide whether I felt good about myself that day.Now it’s almost July, and six months have passed.If you’re hoping I’ve figured it all out, I haven’t.I’m still learning.A few…
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For The Daughter Who Never Felt Good Enough
Father’s Day always feels different than Mother’s Day for me.My dad and I loved each other, but our relationship wasn’t simple.For much of my life, I never quite felt like I was good enough for him. Looking back now, I think those feelings belonged more to me than they did to him, but when you’re…
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My Favorite Flower Bed
Last winter, I scattered wildflower seeds along the side of our house.I imagined bright blooms dancing in the Oklahoma sunshine. I pictured a cheerful strip of color lining the walkway. Then I waited.Spring arrived, and my husband decided that area needed a little help. Not realizing I had already planted wildflower seeds months earlier, he…
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FORGIVEN
I turned 54 this year and realized something gently but clearly: I’ve lived most of my life without self-confidence. Not in dramatic ways, just quietly. Measuring myself by how I looked, how I was perceived, and whether I felt chosen or enough. That way of thinking shaped more of my life than I realized. It…
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The Mother I Became
When I was growing up, the dream in my heart was simple: I wanted to be a wife and a mother.But life doesn’t always unfold the way we imagine when we’re young. In my early twenties, I was diagnosed with PCOS, and after trying fertility treatments, it became clear that having biological children might not…