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Until moments: Walking in God’s set time for your life

Every morning before I get out of bed, I tell myself I will not fuss. Then off in the distance I hear my fellas arguing about the bathroom no one is in or complaining about the food they get to eat for breakfast. (C'mon mommas, you feel my pain.) Ugh! On top of that, one of them is usually moving SLOWLY. Yes, I will not fuss I tell myself over and over UNTIL. I have an until, do you? That moment you are good until the milk spills on the floor when you need to leave the house the car won’t star[...]

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faith, Identity, Mid-week three, Wellness

Breaking Free: 3 truths to anchor in your heart when you feel insecure

How many times have you been stuck in the inner dialogue within your mind? You know those thoughts we would never say to a friend. The thoughts which reveal how we honestly see ourselves. Ideas like: I’m never good enough. I always mess things up. No one loves me. I’m never going to get this right. I’m not as smart as her. I don’t fit in. All of these insecurities become the lens through which we interpret the world around us. Whether we realize it or not, those thoughts of insecurity hold us hosta[...]

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Identity

Love yourself: 3 ways to rediscover who you are so you can love who you’ve become

Do you miss her? You know, the girl who was happy. The girl who had plans. The girl who was fun to be around. But now . . . Now, this girl has forgotten how to dream. Her heart is hurting. She looks in the mirror to see a body she doesn’t recognize. She doesn’t know who she is anymore. The girl is lost. She tells herself: “I don’t know who I am anymore.”“I’ve lost myself.”“I don’t recognize who I’ve become.” She walks around in a woman’s body. A wife. A mother.[...]

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faith, Lifestyle

Beyond Insecurity: What gaining weight taught me about faith

Standing there, I stared at her. The roundness in her cheeks. The fullness of her hips. The belly. Ugh, the belly. I saw her, and she was me. Staring at my husband, I said words about my body I would never say to a friend. That morning, I changed clothes ten times. Angrily, pants after pants were thrown to the floor as if to punish them for fitting incorrectly. Everything felt wrong. At that moment of not being able to fit any of my clothes, I realized the same insecurities plaguing me as a young girl who[...]

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