Lori Roeleveld truly really hit a home run with The Art of Hard Conversations.
Statements like Truth is like tofu … it has its own nature and consistency, yet still takes on the flavor of the other elements with which it’s served. are peppered throughout Lori Roeleveld‘s latest book, “The Art of Hard Conversations.” In it, she shows us how to prepare for those hard conversations that need to be shared. She explains how to embrace the power of a question and how to approach possibly devastating situations with Christ-infused strength.
Chapter breakdowns are in-depth, easy to follow and incredibly respectful. You’ll learn how to gently pull a topic apart a to see all the intricate pieces so you can understand where your listener is coming from. No matter what your personality, the stories she shares will hit your heart.
And her use of scripture is spot-on! Get your highlighter ready. You’ll want to read and re-read this book.
Check out my guest post with Sandra Allen Lovelace. There’s a life outside “the box” and that life has a purpose and is quite beautiful. You can rely on that. And also rely on God’s love and desire to fill your days with peace and joy.
Embrace who you are … you’re pretty awesome.
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Last Thursday was supposed to be the season where families got together; celebrated their special closeness.
How’d you do?
Know it wasn’t an accident you were placed with your family. God’s plan put you there. With that in mind, let me ask again. How’d you do?
Did you hang on to your old mantra:
“I don’t want to be hurt anymore.” “You don’t know what they did to me.” “We have nothing in common; it’s best we just keep our distance and live our lives apart.”
Sorry, I think God calls shenanigans.
Tomorrow’s the day many of us have been waiting for—waiting for the end of political commercials and the tension that seems to engulf campaigning.
It doesn’t matter if you lean right or left … or live straight down the middle. Tuesday’s choices are enormous, but Wednesday’s actions can have the power to impact heaven. Let our response to Tuesday’s election speak louder than any words we could ever say.
Thanks, Brandon, for reminding us to remember who we are—sons and daughters of The King. And thanks for putting in front of us the challenge to act like we are.
Still struggling? Visit scripture … Isaiah 40 offers a powerful picture of who we worship. It reads, in part (verses 21-24):
Do you not know?
Have you not heard?
Has it not been told you from the beginning?
Have you not understood since the earth was founded?
He sits enthroned above the circle of the earth,
and its people are like grasshoppers.
He stretches out the heavens like a canopy,
and spreads them out like a tent to live in.
He brings princes to naught
and reduces the rulers of this world to nothing.
No sooner are they planted,
no sooner are they sown,
no sooner do they take root in the ground,
than he blows on them and they wither,
and a whirlwind sweeps them away like chaff.
Writing isn’t as glamorous as it may seem. There are long hours with no promise of success. You sweat. Dream. You claw your way from one page onto another. You pull words and together then delete others. It can be a challenging process.
Now try writing after suffering TBI (Traumatic Brain Injury).
That’s what Martin Johnson does. Read his guest post on Almost an Author, Writing with a Disability. You’ll want to cry. Then cheer. But one way or another, you’ll see the writing process differently. Thanks, Martin for sharing your journey. You can follow Martin on Twitter at
I’d like to introduce you to an online friend of mine, Michelle Munt. Michelle writes the most interesting blog posts, showing there is life after brain injury.
Michelle also encourages others to share their stories. Check out Leanne Whitehouse’s post from September 6th as she tells of celebrating her thirtieth anniversary of the beginning of healing from brain injury.
Thanks, Michelle, for carrying the torch for others struggling with the slow process of healing.
If you’re not already following Michelle, why not?
Acceptance. It’s what we want, but do we offer it? Instead, we tend to exasperate those who see life differently than we do.
We’re all different. It may not seem like it, but none of us share the exact experiences that would make us the same. Some came from a comfortable home life and solid family of origin, while others struggled with empty bellies and absentee parents.
We may look the same, go to the same schools or even read the same books. But a time comes … something happens … then POW out of nowhere, differences appear.
Our feelings get hurt, or we hurt someone else’s feelings. It’s sad, really. Because we are not the same and inevitably, diversity in how we think or see the world appear.
The answer: Celebrate differences! Learn from one another. Because really, who else do we learn from than those who are different than us?
For I am convinced that neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons, neither the present nor the future, nor any powers, neither height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord. Romans 8:38-39 NIV
Never has a phase brought more comfort.
Try to think of something not included. Fear of not having enough money? Covered.
Upset with what others are saying about you? Don’t let it get between you and your Heavenly Father. That’s covered, too.
Maybe you’re fretting over (yes, I’m going there) the political climate of the day. While it may hurt your heart and make you sad to see people fighting over commentaries on either side of the aisle, know for a fact that all their chest-pounding or fear-mongering does not have the power to separate you from God’s love. So take a deep breath and know God’s already fought your battle and won!
If you’re not feeling all that confident, drop me a note at firstname.lastname@example.org and let’s talk about it.
What have you done today to show someone you loved them? It’s not too late to give it a try.
Maybe open a door for a busy mom. That could be the nicest gesture anyone offered them today.
Let the panicked driver cut in front of you. Those few seconds may be important to them.
Wave at your neighbors. We often see the same people every day. Let’s show them they’re important.
Actions don’t have to be huge to be life changers. Do something nice. Come back and tell me and the other followers about it. Let’s try and make this a better place … just for a moment.
If you’re anything like me you occasionally battle the feeling of insignificance. You watch as others excel with ease in projects you sometimes struggle. Maybe it’s parenting. Your best friend’s kids seem sweeter and kinder than yours do. And how can it be that every time you go over for coffee her house is spotless?
It can be enough to send you to bed and pull the covers over your head. But know your significance counts in ways you may never know. Continue reading