Entries by stacy@stacymcneely.com

Even better than Disney?

(a series on ways that for me, Disney, Jesus and therapy all fit together…) I took a deep, and I do mean, DEEP breath…the kind that I can feel all the way through my torso. The kind…that would make Mr. B, my choir teacher, so very proud. The plane was landing, I peered out the small […]

Links

When my mom picked up her computer to start writing this week’s blog I asked if I could write. I wanted to write on my mom’s blog to talk about my experience with LINKS. You all probably know me from my mom’s blog. I’m her youngest daughter.  I am in 7th grade and 12 years […]

What is it that really moves you?

For a recent movie night with my husband and kids, I chose E.T. My kids, somehow, had NEVER seen this classic all the way through. I am still a bit shocked by that fact, even though we have certainly remedied that error. But as I sat watching this movie that was fairly formative for me, […]

The Phone of the Wind…

I sat scrolling on my phone the day before my husband and I were heading up north for an anniversary trip, half-heartedly searching for new restaurants to try or places to visit. We love “windshield time” on our drives and wandering in new places. A few interesting restaurants popped up, but none caught my attention […]

Longing for bravery in the new year and a few lessons we can learn from Elsa…

The heaviness he shared felt nothing short of oppressive…a 100 pound weight blanket that paralyzed in every way. He shared all the methods and advice he’d been given over a lifetime of fighting and I do mean, FIGHTING depression. From all the adages that well-meaning friends, family and professionals advise: “eat healthy, exercise, journal, pay […]

The weary world rejoices

Candles flicker, faces glow…. O Holy Night. I let my tears spill from my eyes without wiping them away as the Hallelujah swells – both tears of sadness, remembering how it was so hard to sing at the funerals of two beloved grandparents and tears due to the pure holiness of standing in this sanctuary […]

Holding my rail…

“Don’t let go of your rail.” I encouraged last week during a counseling session, to a person who has been enduring emotional abuse for the last 10 years. They have been working so hard on boundaries and I am so proud. As my day wound down, the memories and years I have been giving that […]

Waiting for the Hydrangeas

We drove through the dark, rainy night, peering at houses on an unfamiliar road, squinting into the inky night, searching for a specific house number. Life can look different than it does in photos, because of perspective. Things also look VERY different night to day, as well as from familiar to new and unknown. We […]