You don’t have to prove your pain to anyone.
I used to invite everyone into my pillow fort. Most people hadn’t earned my trust, but I gave it to them anyways.
I used to invite everyone into my pillow fort. Most people hadn’t earned my trust, but I gave it to them anyways.
“Don’t drive through the neighborhoods where the drug dealers live.” It was wisdom my counselor offered to me last week. No, I don’t do drugs. But, yes, I struggle with unhealthy habits.
Stop waiting for it to be easy. This life. This walk in faith. Nowhere in the Bible does God promise days without downpours and moments without mountains. And, yet, our human nature tempts us with “easy buttons”.
It is a lie I was told long ago: “One day, you’ll escape the bully.” Only then, I grew up and came face-to-face with a painful, incredibly disappointing reality: The bully will follow you.
Last week, I had my first Twitter scuffle. A man, citing the “The Good Samaritan”, informed me that God only calls us to love neighbors who are kind and loving to us. Yep. So, I respectfully disagreed and ended any sort of escalation with a…
You haven’t missed your boat. Or her boat. Or any boat. God is preparing your boat. And what can you control? Your ability to wait.
The bathroom floor. Every week, this is now where I meet my counselor.
“I just want him to be proud of me.” They are words I think to myself often. It’s been one month since my father passed away.
It won’t always be this way. I’m whispering it to you. I’m whispering it to me.
I’m too different from other Christian women. It’s a belief that has replayed over and over in my mind.