All tagged My View From The Chair

She Called My Name!

Being swept along in a cornucopia of female humanity, I swam to the outside of the pack and located the room for my meeting with the editor. With the clarity of a bullhorn, I hear my real name being called out. Feeling like I just was just “Called Out” and in trouble, everything slows and I feel a panic crawling it’s way up my insides. Pausing, my eyes lock with the owner of the voice as she gently places one hand on each of my arms and steers me over to the wall. Overwhelming feelings surge from somewhere deep inside of me. Like a pendulum, they swing from shear panic to curiosity. Who is this lady? How does she know my name? Frozen and speechless, she exclaims, “I’ve been looking all over for you! Your name is Crystal, correct?

STAND, just STAND! - Ephesians 6:11

Finding itself loosed from the long imprisoned cage deep inside of my being, raw fear made its way slowing up to my heart. It perched like a gargoyle above a city taunting me to look at it. I knew just one glance would give it permission to enter and destroy the peace that reigned in my heart and mind.

Caught in an emotional hurricane, I could feel the intensity of this battle increasing by each text message that arrived. Here are a few of them, “You should’ve never created me.” Seconds later, “I want to die.” Moments after that, “I’ll be dead before the day is over anyways.”

Relationship Chaos - Romans 12:18

With halting steps, I made my way toward her and another friend. Reaching deep inside, I smiled; made eye contact; and listened as my voice greeted them. I had tried everything to resolve the conflict that had been present for over a year with her, but nothing had been satisfactory. Both of them stood with their eyes locked on me. It seemed like time was frozen for a few brief super awkward moments. None of us breathed. Each one choosing their response.

Use Your Voice! - Psalm 5:3

Warm sun streaked through the window, like a long-awaited embrace by a friend, it wrapped itself around my jet-lagged body, and wouldn’t let go. That is when I hear it. Her soft, sweet two-year-old voice drifted into my ears. She was making her request known to her Daddy.