Category: Blog

Shall we Dance?

Like many of you, I have recently received the news that many of the places I look to for support are temporarily closed due to quickly spreading illness. My kids are home from school, extracurricular activities are shut down, church has moved online, small groups are wondering if it’s wise to meet, and my weekly recovery group may fall victim…

Defensive

This post talks about finding yourself in a position that is too big for you to handle on your own. We want you to know that being alone is often a lie that the enemy uses against us. If you are experiencing a battle that you cannot face anymore, there are numbers listed here that are trained and can help…

Persecuted

How enriched you are when you bear the wounds of being persecuted for doing what is right! For that is when you experience the realm of heaven’s kingdom Matthew 5:10 Have you ever prayed for something and then sat back to wait for God to do all the work? I mean, God will provide right? No? Just me? I’m gonna…

Putting in the hard work

This is part 5 of a series intended to focus on what has worked for us as we learn to walk the path laid out for us. For us, what has given us the strength to grow is a program called Celebrate Recovery. We hope that, if you haven’t already established a support system for yourself, you will give Celebrate…

Happy are the who?

This is part 3 of a series intended to focus on what has worked for us as we learn to walk the path laid out for us. For us, what has given us the strength to grow is a program called Celebrate Recovery. We hope that, if you haven’t already established a support system for yourself, you will give Celebrate…

It’s Okay to…

Christmas is for family. It’s for celebration, laughter, visiting friends, going to parties, church services, all around happiness and feelings of inclusion and togetherness. Right? Right. Not for everyone. This year marks the second Christmas without your laughter, your silliness, late night crib games, teasing, and countless other special memories (read: gaping holes) left behind. Whoever said the first year…