We live a thousand lives in one lifetime, from playing Barbies on the covered front porch in that small Indiana town, to riding bikes to the mall beside Duck Creek; from longing for love and true acceptance, to sending those tiny babies off to kindergarten with deep prayers, shaky knees, and a slight bit of thrill.
One season of my life I spent as a sign language interpreter at a high school. I interpreted what the teacher said into sign language, and if the Deaf student had a question or a presentation, I was their voice. After a few years, I became the interpreter coordinator at a local university and it was my job to hire, fire, and schedule interpreters for all Deaf students on campus. I put in at least 40 hours of interpreting, advising, and scheduling during those years. That was my life. (Continue reading at (in)courage)…
courageous faith keeps coming up in my life. as a good girl it makes my inner struggle that much greater. how to let go of a life that i tried so hard for? how to put my choices before those of the people i’ve served for so long? how to stop hiding behind doing what i’ve always done? how to embrace the part where i’m going to be uncomfortable, unstable and unsure for a bit? how to manage the “you must be crazy for doing this” part?
so often i sit down to comment on your blog and erase everything. i can’t tell you how your words speak to me. so i don’t. i don’t understand why your words come through so loud and clear at the CRAZIEST times. thanks again for saying these things. keep writing your words. you are so encouraging.
xoxo
thanks for writing today, Emily. lately I have been lacking the courage to do what is right and hungering for faith, hope and strength. so it’s been such a nourishing place, your chattings, to hear words for which I am so desperate! much love, jasper naomi
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Wow. So glad to have found your blog. What a blessing. Love your post on artists….not what one does but how one does it. beautiful.
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Wow. This is beyond words, so how i am feeling , so exactly what I am going through right now. I am in the season where the recent loss of the old career is still fresh and new…..and I each time someone says, “this is Danielle and she’s an architect”…..I cringe at where I know the conversation will go next. I feel ashamed even for a fleeting moment, because even though no one can take away my degree, I fear what they will think, and I fear that expanation.
Thanks, for seeming to always have words I need at this moment!