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FOR SUCH A TIME AS THIS...

It's been a week and we are in the middle of the pandemic storm.  I have not weighed in as of yet, partially because I have been figuring out how to live this new normal and partly because I have been in a battle with my faith.

I use the term new normal because not only did I get the shut down notice for the loft, but now I am thrust into being an online school proctor.  Did I mention that we just moved the week before?  So, needless to say, I have been super busy.

On to the battle within.  When the news started getting more intense, the calm that I had kept me focused.  I have really been trying to surrender my mind to focus on balancing my family and career. The day the word came to shut down my business, I was both relieved and broken to lock up my loft indefinitely.  The emotions, like everyone around me were high and the uncertainty seemed to be awaiting us when the dust would settle.  We would be using the time to inform our clients of what was occurring while we tried not to …

Weight Issue

Hi, my name is Connie and I’m a latte-holic.Wait let me try that again…. Hi, my name is Connie and I’m a sugar-holic! (Insert Hi Connie here)!
My weight has always been an issue, and I mean always.  I can remember when I was young, hanging with my friends in the condos where I lived.  They always looked smaller than me.  When they could wear 2 piece bathing suits and I was stuck in the granny suit.  Yep, those thoughts happen at 10 years old.  
As I grew older, I found a time to rebel and wear what I wanted.  I didn’t care what people thought, I was a new me and I was going to wear and act how I wanted.  Many mistakes and things happened but we’re all a mess right?  Ummmm (insert your NO here.)  More to come on this season later.
When I woke up today, I realized my weight issue.  Not every pound of it, however, the weight behind it.  You see, I am a girl who has believed the lies.  Every single hell grown lie about me and my life, which added weight to me in my psyche.  Have you ever tho…

Help

"Just a thought..." by Connie Kovach

I am so thankful that you are joining me today.  This has been a roller coaster lately.  I wish I would have listened when they said to buckle my belt and keep my hands and feet inside the car at all times.

Isn't it amazing how we hear the voice of instruction, yet we fight it with all of our being?  Have you ever been asked if you needed help?  Almost like it was divine intervention.  You reached the end of your failed rope and someone just happens to reach out to offer help and at that moment, you take a breath and answer the only way you know how..."no thanks, I got this".

Why do we do that?  Why don't we listen or accept help from others.  It all boils down to one word.  PRIDE.  Yep, that hideous ugly word that creeps through all of us.  Pride says, if they help, it won't be or look the way I want it to.  Pride says, you are weak if you need help.  Pride says, it will take longer to explain my thoughts than it will …

Journey

Wow, it's been so long since I've written.  The reasons for this are many.  First and foremost, there just doesn't seem to be any time to sit and think.  Also, my fingers, aka my heart, has been broken.  A little over three years ago, I said goodbye for now to my momma.  She was suffering with lung cancer and her body just gave out.  The months leading up to her death, life got to be so busy that writing, even if I had the words, wasn't a possibility.  Since that time, God has shown me many things about me and my life.  He has shown me what I find important that is foolish.  He has shown me the importance of my family.  He has shown me the ability to heal.  The crazy part is, I didn't even realize I was broken.


In the months leading up this post, I have realized that I can handle change.  I may not like it, but I can handle it.  The mere fact that things aren't staying the same is a sign that life is going on and it's time to catch up. 


For anyone who kno…

Joy Comes With the Mourning

“For his anger is but for a moment, and his favor is for a lifetime.Weeping may tarry; for the night, but joy comes with the morning. “ Psalm 30:5
It was a Tuesday morning in the middle of July.  I woke up just as I had been each morning for months prior.  I was sleeping between the chair in my moms room and the couch in the living room.  Regardless of where I slept, it would take a few extra minutes to straiten my back before I stood up.  We moved her in with us last Thanksgiving to take care of her while she fought lung cancer.  When I walked into her room that morning, she was already awake.  She didn’t want to talk and wouldn’t take any of her pills.  She was just laying there, looking at me.  She was unable to get out of bed and unable to move.  This was surprising because three days earlier, she was walking, slowly and with help, but walking.  I tried to help her by changing her bedding but she was hurting too badly.  This was hard for me because she had been doing pretty well th…

Be still and...

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Sometimes, God uses one single verse to speak volumes over our lives.Did you ever hear a verse for like the thousandth time, resulting in you looking up toward heaven saying “Really God”?Well friends, I have been here for a while now.
Psalm 46:10, “Be still and know that I am God; I will be exalted among the nations, I will be exalted in the earth”, has been coming at me for quite some time.  I, by nature, am a busy person.  I love to be busy, so I was sure that God was telling me that I needed to rest.  You see I lost my mom to cancer in July of this year.  It was the hardest season that I have had to date.  I was talking with my brother the other day about how it doesn’t even seem real yet.  She lived with us for almost nine months before she passed away.  It was an interesting, difficult, wonderful, awful time.  You want talk about busy, this time was busy.  
Over the last few months, this verse from Psalms kept coming to me by way of memory, a friend, my devotions, the word, you n…

The Bridge to Nowhere

I have spent most of my life in Northeastern Ohio.  From the age of seven on, aside from one year, I lived in Lake county.  I was surprised to learn a few years back about a beautiful bridge that sits behind my good friends house in that very county.  When I asked her where the bridge went to, she answered, nowhere.  This bridge, which adds to the picturesque scene from her back window, literally sits over the lagoon, going nowhere.  According to www.lakecountyohio.gov, this bridge was built in 1924 by a group of investors from Cleveland.  They invested more than $1 million dollars to develop the lagoons into an area to be known as “Venice of the North”.  There was to be a road that led up to this bridge which would lead to a developed area, however, that road was never started and the area was never developed.  The plans for this development came to a halt when the stock market crashed in 1929.  Since then, this bridge has been known as “the bridge to nowhere”.
This summer, my husband…