God is not shocked that we don’t work well. That we are sometimes jealous and hurtful and rude and deceitful and drunk and too much of something and not enough of something else. That we are imbalanced and we yell and we are messy. 

Yep.

He doesn’t love us because we are good.

And aren't we grateful? For the moments in our life that beg for a bend in the road, though we have to be the one to blaze the trail?  

Let's get grateful as we let go.

Gratitude is a heart posture that is open and humble and very tied to sharing and giving. We cannot possibly be grabby when we are grateful. We are hands open and heart open and lives open. 

And aren't we grateful? For those who offer help in our frustration. For those who, just by BEING, are teaching. For those we adore. For the friend who said something that changed your attitude. And the Dad who told you Chin Up when it was rough.

And aren't we grateful? For those who offer help in our frustration. For those who, just by BEING, are teaching. For those we adore. For the friend who said something that changed your attitude. And the Dad who told you Chin Up when it was rough.

Who are your favorite people to laugh with? Let's tell them today. If that feels strange to do, tell them I made you do it. Blame me. I'll be fine. 

Children know how to ask for things. Children know how to create things. Children know how to invite themselves (and everyone else) to everything. Children know how to wonder and tell over-the-top-stories and how to slow life down.  It would do us some good to take notes from these little teachers.

Nature has a way of silencing me with her beauty, of giving me perspective. With her leaves brighter than my dim heart and her trees bigger than all my fears, I get a fresh look at my small problems.

Pain is a teacher, if we let her in. And like all good teachers, we find that we hunt them down, many years later, and say: Thank you. You pushed, you prodded, you poked...and now look at me. Because of you, I am who I am.

It seems a table, a bar, the floor will do. So will an egg, tea, leftover cake. The point isn’t the content of the offering, the point is the content of the heart.

And aren’t we grateful? For the other ones who know our insecurities, our tears, our laughter, our grit and fight, our wins and losses. And still, yes STILL, they love us.

I have embraced the gift and curse of ADHD—especially as a mom. One of the biggest light-bulb moments was hearing that just about the time many boys are "growing out" of ADHD in their 20's and early 30's, women are "growing into" ADHD.