Things never go my way. I’m always messing up. They never listen to me. I don’t matter. Ever had any of these thoughts? I know I have—more than I care to admit. I get it. Some days are hard. Sometimes we make mistakes. We all have those thoughts of self-pity and doubt. While it can be challenging to avoid those negative thoughts, we can choose to exchange our self-pity for gratitude. Self-pity keeps our eyes on blame, fear, and discontent. If we are not careful, self-pity will immobili[...]
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I was going to quit. Two years ago. One year ago. Every October, it seems I found myself here-contemplating walking away from writing, walking away from blogging, walking away from my calling. Fear would begin to bubble up in my heart. Doubt would creep into my mind. What was I doing? Who was I? Every insecurity I had about myself would come flooding to the top bringing all sorts of reasons I should walk away. All the reasons except one—God. Who I am, my story, my voice, and m[...]
Feeling l like you're just struggling to survive? Survival mode is real and it stops us from living an intentional life. Friend, I see you. Even before your feet hit the floor, your heart is already overwhelmed with stress and worry. You have people pulling on you, needing your time, calling your name, wanting you to show up. The reality is some days and some seasons are just hard. There are sleepless nights, endless meetings, numerous doctor appointments, never-ending homework, crying children, and[...]
While most people focus on creating powerful morning habits, productive moms realize what you do in the evening is just as important. Cultivating a healthy mindset for a new day is often connected to how we ended the day before. Just think about it. Did you stumble through your evening just to make it to bed exhausted, worn out, and numb from the day? Have you ever started your day feeling like you’re already behind? Or, in true mom fashion, frantically rushed through your house just trying to[...]
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.[...]