My Ink Dance

Discovering Extraordinary Grace in an Ordinary Life

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Five Minute Friday….Broken

I’m trying something new here. I’m linking up to Lisa-Jo’s weekly writing exercise Five Minute Friday. This is a stretch for me. You’ll see why. 5 minutes. No editing. Just writing. One word prompt. Start…write….stop. That’s it. Let’s do this before I change my mind. This week’s word: Broken   GO Sometimes I feel broken. […]

Was That the Door?

I actually stood at my kitchen sink and wondered aloud: I’m here Lord. Are you? It sounds ridiculous. But if real is what I’m after than I need to tell you…I don’t always know He’s here. I have a difficult time finding him when I’m facing a table strewn with toys and papers and markers. […]

Five Minute Friday…Present

I’m trying something new here. I’m linking up to Lisa-Jo’s weekly writing exercise Five Minute Friday. This is a stretch for me. You’ll see why. 5 minutes. No editing. Just writing. One word prompt. Start…write….stop. That’s it. Let’s do this before I change my mind. This week’s word: Present GO The air around me feels […]

Monsters in the Closet

I pretend that I can keep myself contained. I somehow lie to myself thinking that I can just show people what I want them to see, even if it’s not the ideal me. But being a heart on your sleeve kind of person complicates the desire to keep things neat and tidy. I started my […]

Seeing Beyond My Hard

Sometimes I get so tired of hearing my own voice. It always sounds louder than I intended, as if it is amplified as it comes back to me. My words bounce off walls closing in tighter around me. Suddenly, I’m claustrophobic. It seems as if the words reverberating are taking up the air space and […]

Another Line Item

I read today about someone praying with another person and I scoffed. It wasn’t what I wanted to do, but it came almost involuntarily. I have no doubts about prayer and it’s power, but when did prayer become something to check off the list? When did our “Thank you Father” before mealtime become sing-songy and […]

Quiet

The quiet doesn’t come easily to me. I don’t know what I’m afraid of finding here, but I wait. Sometimes I wonder if it will ever come. This idea, this dream of writing. I have glimpses of it, but nothing real to grasp. The quiet assaults me, mocking me with the silence of fingers poised […]

Bleeding Out

I used to be one of them. The only thing higher than my hands was my gaze. I had the sway, in the Spirit of course. Tears, laughter, yelling–it didn’t matter. It was all genuine. From the view in the balcony that feels like a lifetime ago. Sitting here I wonder what happened, what changed? […]

Whisper Scared

I lay there under the blankets, our bodies close in the dark. I whisper my fear as our foreheads touch and my eyes search for an anchor. I’m watching trees that are tall and deep and shallow and young trying to hold on in the storms, but the raging winds tear at them and break […]

I have someone for you to meet.

Who’s Becky? Well, if I’m being truly real here I have two answers: 1. It’s me. Yes, I use Rebecca for my writing. Why? Well, because I like it better for that. But if I’m being really, real here (not just lowfat ice cream kind of real)…I’m Becky. It’s who I’ve always been and I’m […]