Conversations With Mom: 2016?!

My mom is the most awesome mom anyone could ever have. I don’t know why I am so blessed that I get to have her as my mom. The past few weeks have been crazy, raw, and real. I have decided to move on from Real Estate – at least in the sense of being a full-time Realtor. I have decided to be a referral agent, which can still generate some income. I just don’t have the magical thing to be a successful agent AND love what I am doing. I have had great feedback since I started, but I have to be honest and say that I really do not enjoy the work. I can’t even concentrate on building a business. It seems daunting and boring and I don’t want to do it. I know that when a person has true passion for their work, they can’t wait to see how to make it grow and flourish. I just want to crawl under a rock. Today, we had a great conversation – albeit short…

Me: Mom, by January of 2016, I will have a job

Mom: (Looking at me positively) YES! I believe that!

Me: Mom, no seriously, I am going to have a job with benefits!


Me: Mom for real… (taking her hand in mine)… a job that I LOVE and want to stay in for a while…

Mom: I believe that! So great (starting to get a little uncomfortable as I gaze seriously in her eyes)

Me: ….AND YOU HAVE TO FIND ME THAT JOB MOM! You are my mom, you must fix my life!

Mom: Bye Dana…. going to the bank (walks out)

Life… never a dull moment.


I have moments these days. Moments that challenge and defeat me. As I was driving back from Florida in the wee hours of the day before the sun came up today, I had the most cripple thought:

My birthday is coming up and I don’t think I have anything really to show for my 33 years, but student loans and a trail of work experiences that do not culminate into anything. I have no person, no home of my own, no direction because I am confused about what I want to do, and no idea on how to make things better right now…

First off this is a dangerous place to be, but the mind has legs, you know? It wanders off if left without something constructive. I want to overcome this thought so much, but as I sit on my mother’s couch job hunting (once again) on the heals of celebrating another friend’s wedding, I am admittedly feeling despondent. This time of year has been like this since I turned 30…I hate it.

These are the days I wish Jesus would just come back…

The End of the Beginning…

The sun sets…
A chapter completes…
A race finishes…
People meet and depart…
Beginnings do end…

There are moments when you have total confirmation that you have exited one season and entered another, that things have changed to finality, that ties have been broken, that the reset button has been pressed. It’s that time…that time is now…

It’s ok…I’m ok…I was prepared for this time. The inevitable has come to fruition and it’s time to pick up and move again. No doubts, no anguish, no fear, no regrets. Only fondness of what was with warm well wishes and blessings for what will be.

All Things New…

Twice now over the past two weeks, Isaiah 43:18-19 has crossed my path. Both times I was struck in silence. I was speechless mainly because I felt God’s presence and warmth.

Forget the former things;
    do not dwell on the past.
 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.

I usually have a tendency when the tide changes to stay busy and to hide away doing things that keep me from really dealing with what’s going on emotionally.  The new thing is that I am not being allowed to do that now. I’m glad for it.

I spent the day yesterday helping my neighbor with building a new door to the fence in the yard. It was very rewarding to get dirty, use power tools and fabricate something useful. I had a great time. My neighborhood is also extremely friendly. For the most part, we all help each other when it’s needed.

God’s got this time… I feel very comforted by him in these moments.

Panera Bread Ramblings and Reflections…

We are just beyond the half-way mark of the year. As I look back and reflect, I am a little disturbed that I am not as far along with my personal and professional dealings as I wanted to be this time last year. Noted I said “wanted.” Wanting something is not enough to make it happen. I don’t believe that I planned effectively. I didn’t set goals, and I basically planned to fail. The good thing is that even though overall, I had some ambiguous idea that life would somehow be “better,” I didn’t fail and still somehow improved a bit even without direction.  I don’t want to continue to do that, so I am taking time our to really focus and make some directed goals.

As I mentioned, there have been good things to happen over the past year. To start, I have been planted in my church community and I am starting to see small buds come up from that. I am involved with a couple of ministries and I am growing. Also, the purpose my homecoming is being realized more every day. I came home because I wanted to be closer to my family. As I have been home, I have been able to participate in life events and solutions that would not have been possible had I stayed in Florida. I have been able to reconnect with old friends and make a few new ones. Personal relationships are very important to me, so I do feel positive with what’s happening in this area.   Financially while I make far less, I do have more resources. Am I making better decisions? Hmm… that’s a good question. I have taken a lot of risks that have cost me money with real estate and other business and even personally. I have taken a hit in being ambitious fronting money for business and travel opportunities that are not going to happen at this point. The consequence: the loss of hundreds of dollars. ::insert big prolonged sigh here::  These decisions were well-intentioned, but ill-timed. I know in the grand scheme these losses will be recuperated. I did only lose hundreds, but it’s still a hard loss right now when I am in my infancy of entrepreneurship. I am still learning to make better money choices. I still struggle with delayed gratification, but this is a huge process for me so any gain in wisdom and discipline is a good gain.

Finally… THERE’S SACHI! I don’t know, sometimes I have to think about my little furry sister and  how much she makes me laugh. When I don’t want to adult anymore, I can child with the dog.





How many of you thought that I was going to be talking about some bagels in this post?

Preparing for Christmas

I know it’s a little weird to be thinking about Christmas this early, but IT’S TIME TO THINK ABOUT CHRISTMAS!!!!!!

I am on the hunt for ideas on what will be Handmade Christmas 2015. Last year had some highs and lows when it came to making my gifts (some just ended horribly)…. I am hoping for more highs this year. I figure if I start now, I won’t have that last minute crunch as a stress.

I am looking forward to this Christmas being pretty awesome. I don’t really have a reason in mind right now on how or why it would be, but here’s to hope. Having different begins in the mind… so I am going to claim that greatness for this year’s celebration right now in how I think about it.

It’s going to be a great Christmas, and my homemade gifts are gonna be pretty amazeballz.

I found my life when I laid it down…

Lessons learned, many times the hard way, are still lessons learned. First, let me emphatically say that God is so good. I cannot boast or brag more than to give credit to Him for all that he allows and prevents. Thank you, Lord…

A few of years ago, I had a very poignant prayer: “God teach me to love like you.” At the time, my intention and desire was noble, but I can be honest and say I had no idea for what I was asking. But God, being the good God that he is, took my request and answered it (he is still answering and is not done).

Love… living it out, not just reading and learning about it anecdotally. Back during one of the periods of time when David and I were friends and not titled in a dating relationship, I wrote a couple of blog posts about love and sorrow. I wrote them because while I was learning to just love David for who he was and is as a person and appreciate where we were at that time, I still longed for more commitment. And at the time it really hit me that God must feel this way about us, except to a deeper extent. God longs for our love, for us to commune with him, and for us to worship him. While I don’t want to be worshiped, I want to be wanted like many people. In those moments I understood that sometimes love means giving your all without reciprocity. More importantly, without the expectation of reciprocity. This was one of those times for me.It was good. It was purposed. I grew… I think we both did.

Fast forward to today. David and I have known each other for quite some time an we have pursued a deeper commitment level as we have grown. But now, time and God have shifted and diverged  us to the pursuit of other ventures to which only God knows the ending. As I was journaling and reflecting tonight, I had nothing but joy and thanksgiving in my heart. It was bittersweet because no one likes to be on this side of the fence. The sweetness of it is that God loves me so much that he can see beyond the present frustrations and hurt to some much bigger to which I have been called. I know that this moment of heart soreness is being used to glorify God and also to prepare me for what’s next.

Pain demands to be felt and we should not waste our pain. Yes – this is painful; I am feeling it and I am allowing it to be present. It won’t last. It never does because it can’t. Just like sore muscles from an intense workout eventually stop aching, so will this pain fade. There is healing. But while I am here, I am again learning the lesson of love, true love. I asked God why wasn’t I chosen in this instant, why didn’t I get picked for the team? I had already picked out all the gear and I had planned to be an asset. I tried out and I did my best, but it wasn’t enough so why? The truth is that again God was teaching me what it’s like to love like him.

Jesus left his seat on the throne beside God (which is himself – isn’t that neat?!) and became human so that he would know our plight. He advocated for us, healed us, fought for us, taught us…he loved us – and it was tangible, not just from heaven this time. In his love, and because of his love for reconciliation, he died for us. He suffered an unconscionable death that I can’t even begin to describe. It was for love. It was for us. And do you know there were people who witnessed the miracle first hand who still rejected him? To this day, knowing what we know, some of us still reject him. Sometimes people don’t choose to be on his team, and his is the winning team!

Think for a moment that you are preparing your home for guests. You hire a chef to cater a 5-course meal. You have a maid service come and make your home spic and span. You purchase lavish gifts for all who have been invited. You do this because you care about your friends and you want to treat them in the way that you see them. You want them to know just how much they are of value to you. Then, think of receiving phone calls an hour before the party is to begin, one after the other: “Hey sorry, I can’t make it I have other plans” or “Hey thanks, but no thanks! You are a bit far from me and I don’t want to travel right now” or even “No thanks, your party seems to fancy for me.” Seems a bit ridiculous, right? Who would pass that opportunity up?

When it comes to our spirituality, many of us do. Many of us choose other plans or think it’s not for us. I believe our immediate response would be to chide those people who are obviously crazy, but the truth is that the root of the rejection is brokenness. It’s hard to choose something that’s good when your heart is broken. We have to extend grace, just as God does…. as Jesus did as he was being tortured for hours before his death. Even in that moment when he could have spat on the people and ascended to heaven and been like “look at me now suckas!” No, he endured and he forgave.

In this rejection, there is forgiveness. In this offense, there is grace. Please don’t think that in this comparison that I think that I am just like Jesus or even on his level. I am only pointing out my experience to give a clearer picture of what the bible refers to as the shared suffering of Christ. As believers we are taught and we read (hopefully) that in identifying with God, we are also going to experience pain and suffering like he did because we are in fact Christ followers (Christians).

Read a little bit – the New Testament is a stark warning for us believers regarding this sharing and pain thing. Here are a few verses, out of several references:

1 Peter 4:12 -19

Beloved, do not be surprised at the fiery ordeal among you, which comes upon you for your testing, as though some strange thing were happening to you; but to the degree that you share the sufferings of Christ, keep on rejoicing, so that also at the revelation of His glory you may rejoice with exultation…(Read more)

Romans 8:16-18

The Spirit Himself testifies with our spirit that we are children of God, and if children, heirs also, heirs of God and fellow heirs with Christ, if indeed we suffer with Him so that we may also be glorified with Him. For I consider that the sufferings of this present time are not worthy to be compared with the glory that is to be revealed to us.

Philippians 3:8-10

More than that, I count all things to be loss in view of the surpassing value of knowing Christ Jesus my Lord, for whom I have suffered the loss of all things, and count them but rubbish so that I may gain Christ, and may be found in Him, not having a righteousness of my own derived from the Law, but that which is through faith in Christ, the righteousness which comes from God on the basis of faith, that I may know Him and the power of His resurrection and the fellowship of His sufferings, being conformed to His death; in order that I may attain to the resurrection from the dead.

2 Corinthians 1:5-6

For just as the sufferings of Christ are ours in abundance, so also our comfort is abundant through Christ. But if we are afflicted, it is for your comfort and salvation; or if we are comforted, it is for your comfort, which is effective in the patient enduring of the same sufferings which we also suffer…

See? Our pain, Christ’s pain, it’s for his glory and for the sake of others. It’s part of that love your neighbor as you do yourself” thing. We love others and it’s a sacrifice. Choosing to love others knowing that sacrifice is real is even more of a sacrifice to not have that love returned to you in the same way that you gave it to others because you pour out, but are not replenished by the receiving vessel. The awesome thing is that we have another vessel, Christ, who should and must be our source for this renewal and replenishment. We cannot expect another human being to meet this expectation because we will always be in famine. I am learning how to walk upright in this reality. It’s hard because we interact with humans on a daily basis and to remember that they are going to constantly fail us and disappoint us is a hard pill to swallow, but it’s the truth.

Anyway – I feel I have rambled enough. Am I ok? Yes. I can answer that with surety and know that I am also comforted. This situation didn’t result because of a lack of love, so not vilification is needed. It came from a deeper love to know when to say “when.” It came from wisdom of know when to let go and it’s amicable. Now, we can each move on to where ever God has called.

The dawn comes…

How To Deal With Idols of the Heart


Truth… and very timely

Originally posted on Naked Christian:

Removing Idols of the heartAdoration of the Golden Calf by François Perrier circa. 1642

For a long time, my self-identity was rooted in what I did. I strongly believed my work reflected my personal worth. When my book failed and my graduate research stalled, both due to reasons beyond my control, I spiraled out of control.

How to chase shadows

In an effort to regain control and re-establish self-worth, I enacted ridiculous goals. I wanted to be Freshly Pressed to prove that my book did not fail because I was a poor writer. I set to do three research studies this summer to prove to my boss that I was productive.

Unfortunately, this quest made me use other people’s eyes to view myself. In the end, I began believing I was not smart enough or good enough. However, I forgot the most important question, “Do I really need to be good enough?”

Being Freshly…

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