“Do you love yourself?” “Sure, I guess,” I mumble, praying the conversation ends there. Talking about how to love and value myself makes me incredibly uncomfortable. Even as a therapist who talks with clients about this very subject, I find it impossible to personally navigate the topic. This, I recognize, is the sign of a…
The attack came out of the blue. I sat in my office, minding my own business. In walked Temptation. She toyed with my mind like a cat tangled in a ball of yarn. She plowed the ground of my dry heart, trying to expose seeds of truth to the harsh heat of her lies. I…
Come with me while I paint a picture in your mind. Imagine tall trees swaying in the morning’s high breeze. Mottled sunlight breaks through their tops, providing nature’s own camouflage, which dances on the ground below. A fire crackles while the smell of coffee brewing floats past. The leaves are just starting their fall show,…
“Be brave enough to start a conversation that matters.” ~Margaret Wheatley We looked around the room, eyeing each other nervously, the twenty of us strangers at a weekend training course. Some of us attempted to make awkward conversation with the people on either side of us. We carefully broached the usual questions regarding where we lived,…
I couldn’t believe what my husband was telling me. A group of people had made an unexpected and hurtful decision that greatly affected our young family. That one act instantly changed the circumstances and trajectory of our lives in ways we neither wanted nor sought. We didn’t think their decision was correct, let alone deserved….
A little known secret about the blogging world is that often posts are pitched and written well before they are published. This allows ample time for the editing and scheduling of the posts. I, and I’d venture to say all of the contributors to The Glorious Table, pour our hearts into posts, turn them in,…