Blog Archives - Allison M. Sullivan

Inspirations

I think we have enough material to pull us out of the Word and into the world, so any reflections found here will be sporadic. This is not a blog. I pray that the words found here are always true and kind. I will always try my best to be both. I am human and will likely disappoint you. Luckily we have Jesus! I do not claim in any way whatsoever to have everything right about faith or the Church. The scariest thing about writing for an audience is the published tattoo. I will make mistakes, I will be wrong, I will grow and change my mind and be sharpened by the Lord and by you. And praise God for that! Praise God that we can never have Him all figured out, all at once, nice and neat. But let’s never quit trying. Come try beside me. And let’s count on changing together.

Warm Blanket

8/27/2016

My dear friend recently received a cancer diagnosis. Not yet 40, her full chest, always a source of pride, was now a source of sickness multiplying inside of her.

The most stoic, most capable of us all, we nicknamed her Mother Goose. Young and in our twenties when we met, it was she that kept us out of the shady bars while traveling in foreign countries. It was she who made sure the lights were turned out, the alarms were set, the curling irons were turned off, the reservations had been made, our temperatures had come down.

Bravery? Biology? Whatever.

8/1/2016

This was written when my babies were littles. When our youngest was born, our oldest was four, and there are four of them. So basically, we had a baby like some people file their taxes. This post is still applicable to me, just in different ways as our family has grown.

From time to time someone will ask me where does your bravery come from?

These questions will usually follow a post about a retreat or a vacation, or perhaps upon hearing about a yoga series, or maybe when seeing us at the grocery store, the cart full of children.

These are nice questions, but there is a semantics problem because I am not braver than the people who ask.

But perhaps I am more shameless.

Trips, yoga, outings, retreats, those are things I WANT to do. I want to go on vacation. I want to teach yoga. I don't necessarily want to go to the grocery store but a girl's gotta eat. And in most cases I DO the things I WANT TO DO.

God given optimism and confidence that was steadfastly nurtured in a loving home should not be overlooked-- I am brave, that is true, but ultimately, the reason people ask, comes down to SHAMELESSNESS.

And I admit, for me, there is a trick.

It is this: