Your Girl Has Been Keeping Something From You... πŸ˜‚

Come, come sit with me. Pull up a chair and grab yourself a drink. Let's talk about houses. You know, when we think about building a house, we often think about the foundation, the walls, the roof, and all the little things that make it a home. But a house isn't just about the walls that surround us. It's about what happens inside those walls. It's about the stories we share, the laughter, the conversations, the memories we make, and the people who come through our doors. And over the past year, without even realizing it at first, I've been building a house of my own. I call it Love and Life with Lisa. I didn't start out with a blueprint. I didn't know how many rooms I would build or even what the finished house would look like. I just knew I wanted to create a place where people could come, pull up a chair, and feel comfortable enough to stay awhile. And little by little, I've been adding rooms. The first room I built was the Refle...

Forgiveness

Forgiveness

Sit with me for a minute — I’ve got something on my heart.
There was a time someone gave me a book to read. It sat on my kitchen table for almost a year. Every time I walked past it, I’d think, not today. I knew deep down that when I finally opened it, it would change me — and it did.

Looking back now, I think that year wasn’t procrastination — it was preparation. I wasn’t ready to face what that book would ask of me. See, forgiveness sounds simple when it’s a word on a page, but when you’ve been hurt, really hurt, it’s a mountain you don’t even want to climb. So I kept walking past that book — just like I used to hold on to grudges and memories I wasn’t ready to forgive. I thought holding on would keep me safe, but all it really did was keep me chained to the pain.

The book was The Shack. And when I finally read it, it broke me down in all the best ways. It taught me that forgiveness isn’t about pretending it didn’t hurt. It’s about choosing peace over pain — over and over again.

When you forgive, it no longer holds you hostage to the pain — it gives you freedom.
You don’t forget what happened, but you stop letting it chain itself to your heart. Forgiveness isn’t about pretending it didn’t hurt; it’s about saying, I deserve peace more than I deserve revenge. It’s not for them — it’s for me. It’s the quiet release that says, I’m done carrying this weight.

After I finally read the book — and later watched the movie — I was never the same. Something in me shifted. It wasn’t dramatic, no thunder or lightning, just a quiet breaking open that made room for peace. Forgiving wasn’t easy. Some days, it still isn’t. But I can tell you this — I love the peace in my heart far more than I ever loved the pain. The pain felt familiar, but peace feels like home.

Forgiveness doesn’t mean the story didn’t happen — it just means I’m no longer trapped in that chapter. I’ve learned that letting go isn’t weakness; it’s strength covered in grace. And if you’re standing where I once stood, staring at the book you’re afraid to open, trust me — when you finally do, you’ll find that the story was never about the pain. It was always about the healing.

Whisper: Letting go doesn’t erase the story — it just makes room for healing to begin.

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