C.E. White

I ordered a several things from Ebay last month—things I was excited about. One of them was this vintage locket that looks like a little...

When we first moved from the big city to a sleepy little town where nobody knew me, my introverted brain had been overloaded,...

This fence was built for these roses. Over the years, no one had tended them, and there were none growing on the fence at all. Tendrils sho

But the journey up to the mountain is not smooth, and she is still lame and afraid when she begins. There are many times along the journey w

Due to the world's current state of change and uncertainty, I am sharing the chapters on "fear" and "doubt" from "Wandering with God."

Due to the world's current state of change and uncertainty, I am sharing the chapters on "fear" and *"doubt" from "Wandering with God."

I've been reading about the Israelites in preparation for writing my book, and I came across a section I never noticed. When it was finally

Last year, I had a tough time dealing with some tasks I really wasn't sure I could accomplish. I should say, it was also something absolutel

This past week, I had a serious case of impostor syndrome. I was just certain I was doing everything wrong, wasting all my time an energy, a

My friend over at Unfading Beauty and Strength asked folks on her Facebook page to describe 2019 in a GIF. This was mine. Last year was a

I see so many praises to God for the good things, which is AWESOME. God does amazing things, and I love to hear about them. So, if you've re

I am a doer of things. I’m all about the to-do lists, the completion of tasks, the self-satisfaction of being capable, and the sense of fulf

Last week someone posted something in an author Facebook group I’m in. It was a not-mean-spirited mini-rant on a book she read. She noted th

I don’t know what I’m going to write here. Lately everything…everything except doing absolutely nothing…feels hard. Really hard. Part of thi

Last week, I was working on a big project, and my procrastination level reached heretofore unimagined heights. I literally lay on the floor,

It seems like everyone out there is trying to be enough, convince themselves they’re enough, prove to everyone else they’re enough. And I’m

Are you perfect? I know I’m not. I don’t even want to pretend to figure a percentage. I fail – a LOT. When I was younger, I had some notion

I love good art not because it reminds me of reality, but because it gives me hope that there is something beyond the reality I see. I love

I am a “say-er” of things. By that, I mean that I almost always say something if I think it needs to be said. If I have a poor customer serv

I’ve been dealing a lot with the idea of what I thought was “conflict resolution” in my head lately, until I realized that what I needed to