Somehow packing gift boxes for others helps me unpack my own emotions.
This one is for the “good Christian”
The one who is just as inherently broken as everyone else—yet somehow the world, and even other Christ followers, think she’s freakishly put together.
But this one’s also for the woman who feels like she can never be the “good Christian.” The woman who feels like a few unyielding sins will always stand between her and God.
I have tried to take my own life. I’ve been very transparent about my ongoing battle with depression but I think I’ve done a disservice to you by not sharing just how serious that battle has been…
The simplest definition of the word flourish, is to thrive. We all want to thrive right? But how do we do that when we’re faced with trials, challenges and circumstances that seem like they are out of our control? You can create a favorable environment and bloom where you’ve been planted.
In every super-hero movie out there, there is a moment where they have to choose to keep their identity secret or live out loud in the world with everyone knowing who they are.
As women, we are bombarded with the search for identity in just about every part of our life.
I’ve honestly never been interested in boxing. Why someone would want to participate in a sport where they are going to get punched and bruised is beyond my comprehension. But I do find the imagery of boxing so relatable.
In order to achieve victory, we all experience some bumps and bruises. We get knocked down and no matter how much it hurts, we have to make the decision to get back up in spite of the pain. We have to dig down deep and find the strength to keep fighting.