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Monthly Archives: April 2016

Seek and You Will Find

This is a guest post written by my younger sister, Tiffany, who has a diagnosis of schizoaffective disorder, bipolar type. Tiffany has shared a monthly guest post on my blog since February 2015. The purpose of these posts is to raise awareness of what it’s like to live with mental illness. I’m also hoping the posts will help readers recognize…

When You’re Crying, Frustrated and Freaking Out

She came into our bathroom a little freaked out. Yes, our 11-year-old daughter, Elsa, was literally freaking out about her hair. “It’s bumpy!” “It’s not staying in!” “It’s not tight enough!” “It’s not working!” “I hate my hair!” She’d already worked on it by herself for who knows how long. She was coming to me to fix it, to make it…

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  • David EllisApril 21, 2016 - 3:19 pm

    Amy – lest you think you are alone, I’ve stared in the mirror in the bathroom at my workplace and asked myself all the same questions. Job or no job, the fears, doubts and hesitations are all the same. As are the multiple calls to distraction. Thanks for the authenticity and encouragement thru your words. Neither are possible without the other. Stay the course. You are called.ReplyCancel

    • AmyApril 26, 2016 - 2:13 pm

      Thank you so much for your faithful and awesome encouragement, David. I SO appreciate it.ReplyCancel

Claiming and Reclaiming My Voice

My parents have reminded me more than once that I was so shy when I was younger, that they had to tell me to say “hi” to people. Apparently, I was afraid of my own voice from the start. Here’s the truth for today. I’m battling for my voice, friends. Perhaps I always have. This is…

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  • Nikki bobdaApril 16, 2016 - 8:41 pm

    Amy, I really appreciate your transparency. I really value that in writers. Thanks for sharing this post. Parts of it really resonated with me! I look forward to reading your posts; they are encouraging! Thank God for you and your gifts!!ReplyCancel

    • AmyApril 19, 2016 - 12:39 pm

      Thank you so much, Nicole, for your encouraging words and faithful readership of my blog. So grateful for you.ReplyCancel

  • Carol FemlingApril 14, 2016 - 7:27 pm

    Amy…your dad was shy as a child and he claims that he still is. I don’t believe that at all, but maybe that’s the way he still feels. I was shy when I was a little girl all the way up through high school. I didn’t know I was ok until I started college and good things started coming at me. I gained confidence when that happened. From then on I found my voice, so to speak. I had gone for years having a bad self image and I thought I had completely overcome it. It still comes at me quite often when I’m feeling weak.
    Your sister, Tiff, is shy deep down and I think your brother, Matk, is shy at times. It runs in our family! We have all found ways to work around it, and somehow live with it. I have complete confidence in you!! Keep writing and try to enjoy those times when you can do so. You are admired by many and we look forward to your posts. You are not weak!! You are trying too hard and you are overanalizing too much!!
    As far as your hair goes, start out easy when cutting it off. If you cut off too much you may get sad about doing it. Take off what you feel you can live with. One step at a time, just like life. Every human is just doing the best they can, going one step at a time!!! Love you much!!! Mom ❤️ReplyCancel

  • Monica Anderson PalmerApril 14, 2016 - 4:42 pm

    i can so resonate with the “shy” child and the prison i live(d) in growing up and if i’m completely honest, am still hoping to break out of. it robbed me then. it robs me now. your voice (internal or out loud) is needed. i need it. it inspires. i think of all the things you’ve written and spoken to me and all i see is a woman of God, fighting her holy fight with the utmost reverence to God and to who He wants her to be. for what it’s worth, i love your voice and i’m not just saying that to make you feel good. i mean it. i can relate to it. it inspires me.ReplyCancel

  • Julianna BradenApril 14, 2016 - 4:01 pm

    Thank you.
    I am in the same place. Though, not exactly under the same circumstances. I was a shy child. And sometimes, still, a shy adult.
    I am less than two years away from fifty and figuring out where I belong. What is my passion and purpose.
    Thank you.

The Ultimate Hope: A Lung Transplant for My Dad

As I drove east that Friday morning, I couldn’t keep my eyes off the sky. There it was. A big “A” painted across the golden sunrise. Perhaps it’s narcissistic to believe in a God who paints initials in the sky. Perhaps I’m a dreamer. Perhaps I’m desperate, seeking signs anywhere, anyhow. Perhaps God moves mountains, levels valleys and paints the sky to show…

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  • Miguel ShockmanMay 19, 2016 - 12:08 am

    Beautiful Amy. Our thoughts are with you and your family!ReplyCancel

  • Denise KormanApril 8, 2016 - 4:16 am

    Just inspirational and heartfelt !! A gifted writer….ReplyCancel

  • Janice Howard BareApril 8, 2016 - 2:57 am

    Wow Amy. I can identify with so much of what you have written. Beautifully written!ReplyCancel

  • TaraApril 8, 2016 - 12:27 am

    Beautifully written, Amy!ReplyCancel

    • AmyApril 8, 2016 - 11:28 am

      Thank you, Tara. I hope you have a great weekend.ReplyCancel

  • Bruce FemlingApril 7, 2016 - 7:24 pm

    Wow. You are a great writer. Thanks Amy.ReplyCancel

  • Jeanie christianApril 7, 2016 - 6:57 pm

    Thanks Amy. You really are Good at writing.ReplyCancel

    • AmyApril 8, 2016 - 11:29 am

      Thank YOU, Jeanie. Have a blessed weekend.ReplyCancel