When Hagar Ran Away

There she was sitting next to a spring, probably thinking on how she got there.  Remembering life, before her mistress, Sarai handed her over in marriage to Abram to have them a child.  She did what most of us do when we are overwhelmed by life's circumstances, she ran.  She  needed to because her pain was so great and her bitterness toward Sarai was growing.  Hagar found her self in the open, by a spring, exhausted and thirsty. She gave up!   It was then and there that she got confirmation from the Lord that sounded much like the lyrics to a Dave Mathews Band song, “Where were you...and where are you going?” We know her answer I don’t think the question was for God to hear the answer because He knew already. It was for Hagar to see... all that God had done. Where trusting God led her in her life.  Perhaps, even how far she'd come. So, where was she?   In a messy situation, a marriage with way too many people involved having everything to say about her future.   She was overwhe

Enough of this!

rac·ism /ˈrāˌsizəm/ noun prejudice, discrimination, or antagonism directed against someone of a different race based on the belief that one's own race is superior. Here is the definition of a word that is so evident in our world and people have had it.  Will Smith said it best when he said "Racism isn't getting worse, it's getting filmed."  Here we are sitting with the truth in front of us. We stand as a nation divided and I say “Enough of this!” In the Bible, Jesus exclaims “enough of this!” a few times. When the time came near to be the sacrifice, to fulfill the reason He came to this earth, He tried to explain to the disciples what was to be. They proceeded to tell Jesus to grab two swords. As if to fix it.  Another time that comes to mind is when Jesus is arrested. One of His disciples, most likely Peter, tries to defend Jesus and cuts the ear of a guard off.   Those words could not be more true today as we face the challenge of a nati


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

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.


"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 wi


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

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 pret