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No competition: 3 ways to stop comparing yourself to others

Raise your hand if you have ever said these things to yourself: I wish I were ______.I don’t fit in.If I was as smart as her, I could …I never wear the right thingI can’t do _____ as well as _____Am I as pretty as her? I don’t know about you, but I could raise my hand to all of these. With just a quick scroll through Instagram or Facebook can make you evaluate all sorts of things if we are viewing from the perspective of comparison. Everyone “seems” to have it all put together while you sit there[...]

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[...]

Taking care of me: 3 ways to create a self-care routine

Wife. Momma. Educator. Friend. Volunteer. Are you like me? Life is busy, and my list could go on and on of all the ways that I pour out into others. Most days I don’t even give much thought to how what I am doing for others impacts me because I enjoy what I do and it is fulfilling. That is until I find myself running on fumes. Immediately, I start to notice that my conversation and tone are short, and my patience is thin. All of this happens when I fail to take care of me in the process of taking of e[...]

In the face of doubt: A mother’s miracle

Cries. No sound compared. He was here. Breathing. Moving. Crying. Our blessing. It didn’t seem so long ago we were sitting at the doctor’s office listening to their doubts of his survival. Cradled in my hubby's arm, I listened as they tried to prepare me. The doctor began explaining the risks and possible problems we might endure, ultimately expecting me to miscarry. Fear gripped my heart while tears began to flow freely from my eyes. My mind replayed the doctor’s words—“low chance of survival[...]