Author: Bethany Howard
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This space I occupy.
In honor of Rachel Held Evans. She will continue to lead through her words. For more info, click here and here. Listen. Tune your ears to what is true, noble, right, pure, lovely, admirable, excellent, praiseworthy. Fill your heart with wisdom that is not your own. Learn. Sit and be quiet and allow truth to…
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A turning from.
Here’s what we forget – what I forget – sometimes Permission Granted is a turning from versus a turning towards. Sometimes it means we have to own something, and dig in and grow. Sometimes Permission Granted is turning away from what you’ve always believed and turning towards what’s always actually been true. Sometimes it’s admitting…
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A daily invitation
Be who you are, right where you are. Sure. Just be me. Its so much harder then it seems it should be – or than people make it out to be. No one else can be me, true, but there is work required for me, to be me. I have to excavate out from under…
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The Invisible Things.
The mess on the counter. The weeds that need pulled. The dog that needs walked, The kids that need fed. The husband that will soon come home. The broken outlet plate. All things I can touch, clean, fix, mend, love. I can hold these things, and take care of them, Hug them, make it better.…
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Define the obstacle.
I had to give myself permission this week. I have been holding off on a next step. It wasn’t a huge step, but each step matters and anyway, what really matters is that you take them. But I was a bit stuck. I wasn’t taking the step. This next step sat in a bag that…
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Live Your Life: Take Up Your Space
I overheard your comments to your friend about the woman across the room. She, the woman you are judging, critiquing, debasing, wasn’t doing anything wrong. She said nothing wrong. She is just living her life, taking up her space and your insecurity got in the way. Oh, pardon me, I don’t mean to offend. Well,…
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See the evidence of love.
These pants sat in our closet next to the hamper for a couple of weeks. I assumed it was because my husband wanted them washed separately so that I didn’t put them in the dryer. I never gave it too much thought, I figured I would get to it eventually. Eventually was today. I picked…
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Help her take the next step.
She tentatively steps into her own. She wades into her space, seeking to understand that it is actually hers, unsure that she even has enough within her to fill the space. Her eyes flit across the blank, white walls and cavernous space and her heart starts stuttering a bit. “I don’t possess what this space…
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I won’t pick it up.
We must put down what we should not carry – gather only what fuels us. This way our hands and hearts are free to embrace our purpose, passion, and possibility. What we don’t need – What we can’t afford – What we can’t pick up – is competition with each other. There’s no place for…
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Pick up purpose, possibility, and passion
Women. We are gatherers. It’s our default setting. It’s been that way for a long time. This way of being has allowed us to provide for our families and our communities. We are beasts when it comes to gathering memories, groceries, friends, fun, and knowledge. We round up legos, hope, craft supplies, library books, and…
