Helping you connect your faith with your real life
New seasons always bring a sense of hope for what’s to come, a natural shift in the days and how things are done. But maybe it’s more than that. Maybe a new season brings you the permission you’re longing for. I tend to kill plants. It’s not that I try to kill them; I rather
Learn to love yourself the way God loves you with these simple tips. I heard all about self-care, but taking a bath or getting a manicure wasn’t really doing the trick. I needed to feel LOVED. And not loved by other people, but to truly feel loved by me. It was so much easier to
When it comes to people I see great big circles drawn on the ground. The circles have labels like pretty or smart or athletic. And sometimes the circles even overlap. Everyone that fits in their circle finds their place. Yet, I am left standing on the outside for one reason. I never fit into the
Last week we talked about whether we forgot what Jesus called us to. It not easy to think about, but it is right. Here’s reminder: Those four words Four words that look so innocent are some of the hardest things Jesus has called me to do. Even with His assurance to be with us, it
The idea of being everything for everyone is appealing, but it’s fatally flawed. My husband offered to take the kids out and suggested I stay home and write. It sounds like a fantastic, generous plan. But somehow, I twisted it in my head and it became something else. It became a finger pointing at me.
The world is telling me all the things I should be: thinner, more productive, happier, better. But what if the world has it all wrong? A visit to any number of websites will tell us how to be this illusive better version of ourselves. They insist if you desire it, you can be it (in
I was so excited to get together and catch up with a friend recently. We are purposing to make time for one another, even though it’s hard, because we know it’s worth it. I enjoyed our visit, but one little thing left me feeling lousy the rest of the weekend. What I thought the problem
I could feel it slipping through my fingers. Any hope of the person I wanted to be falling away as my voice got louder and my fists clenched tight by my sides. This wasn’t how I wanted motherhood to look. This wasn’t the mother I wanted to be. There are plenty of examples of the scene above:
It seems like the internet is for the pretty people. The ones with perfect hair and perfect hips. With green grass and appropriately big earrings. With holiday home tours and perfectly white teeth. Basically, not me. And I began to wonder about this virtual world we spend so much of our time in. Is it
Valentine’s Day doesn’t always meet our expectations. Here are some simple things you can do that will help. As I washed off my makeup I could feel the tears gathering in the corner of my eyes. Swallowing hard, I tried to ignore the prickling feeling in my nose as I held back the tears. I
