Story Keeper. Seeker of justice, healing and hope in a broken world.
I see you. Staring at the wall. Aching for the other moms across the room to make eye contact. Yet afraid of being noticed. Or drawing any attention to yourself. Holding in each breath, waiting for someone to whisper, you are not alone. I see you struggling to keep fear inside as it wears…
Every part of me is struggling. Every part. I thought that leaving our church of twelve years would be good. Healthy. I was listening to what God was telling me to do. I was listening to the wrestling in my heart for over a year now and I was sure this was how I was…
We all have things that make us feel loved. Things or people that no matter the circumstances we walk away feeling that a part of us has been healed. My oldest son is an old soul. He was born I think doing yoga. Everything about him moves at a slower pace. Unless he is on…
I feel like it is time I come clean. I have been hiding this too long and personally it is getting too heaving to carry around anymore. My name is Sheli Massie and I am addicted to all things Jen Hatmaker. There I said it. I will consume everything Jen Hatmaker throws at me like…
I remember sitting in the therapists’ office that early August afternoon biting my nails. I think it was the one with the dying plant on the basement office window that smelled like wet towels. The therapist looked like Napoleon Dynamite or someone who really needed a good haircut. I recall sitting there on the burnt…
I read an article not too long ago by Donald Miller. He was exploring the idea of who we would be in five years is in direct correlation to who we actually spend our time with now. His perspective was not only convicting but revealing in how I lived and how I choose to live…
I think we give too many people voices.Too many things that do not deserve another ounce of energy a voice. I am not saying that people should not be heard. I am saying we need to be careful who we are giving voice to. And who we are leaving behind. I see you making jokes…
Last week my little man joined cross country camp. I am not a runner. Unless you count the ten times I started the couch to 5k app then yes I am a marathon runner. Obviously then I have no idea about running. Except that you sweat a lot and it really hurts us bigger…
I sat on the floor of her formal living room. I don’t think I had ever been in there before that night. We usually walked by the serious room and made our way to the family room. The room with the large couches and TV. The off white carpet between my toes in the…
We called a realtor. We made the decision to call her after another shooting happened within blocks of our house a few months ago. And I say another because people make bad choices and sometimes the media chooses to only show the choices made in certain areas. And before you get on your privileged soap…