There’s one in every crowd. You might have heard them referred to as the: Party Pooper. Debbie Downer. Pessimistic Penny. Negative Nancy. I once knew a girl named Vanessa whose friends called her “Depressa”. No one wants to carry these labels, but it seems that they just can’t help themselves. No
She had been caught red-handed. Exposed front and center. What she had attempted to get away with in secret had now been brought to the light. And now she was pressed on every side by angry critics who condemned her and called for her to pay the ultimate price. Her
My feet usually hit the floor each morning at 5:00am. Ask me a few minutes after that if I’m easily tempted by the world and I’ll give you a big, fat, “No way, baby.” Armed with some decent sleep, a fresh cup of coffee, and the fact that I’ve not
Hi Ladies! I am so glad to be here with you for another week of our You Are Forgiven study. I hope that you are changing and growing during this pruning of our hearts, minds, and beliefs throughout this study. It is the beginning of Fall time there in the
I’m learning in those dark, hard, painful times in our lives that many times God blesses us with the sweetest of friendships to help us endure. Friends who become His tangible hands and feet. Friends who literally wrap their arms around us, speak words of encouragement into our brokenness, and
“A good name is better than fine perfume, and the day of death better than the day of birth.” – Ecclesiastes 7:1 We all want to start out well in life, don’t we? If we think of our lives as races, we want to start off strong,
Dear Paige, Addie & Brinnley, Ahh how I love you each so dearly! You’re all fast asleep upstairs, tucked into bed, and I’m down here on the computer begging God to speak through me because I don’t feel I have any words left to give, to say tonight for this
I am a rule keeper. I LOVE knowing what is expected of me and if I’m meeting those expectations. And if I find out that I’m not, the anxiety begins and I unknowingly go from being a free woman in Christ to an enslaved woman to other people’s expectations and
“How sweet are your words to my taste, sweeter than honey to my mouth!” ~ Psalm 119:103 My kids asked me a serious question: “How do you know that guy in the drive-thru?” Ha. “I don’t really,” I said. Except for I do – sort of. He’s eighteen, and he’s working almost every
Week 5 Video: (Click here to watch the video..from Rome!) As I stood in front of St. Peter’s church in Rome, I couldn’t help but get overcome with love for our Lord. I took in the sights, the sounds… the hustle and bustle of people moving, walking, chattering all around