I have put in a lifetime of work accepting myself. It has been a constant battle with my own negative self-talk: you’re a fraud, you’ll never be good enough, you don’t belong here, you’re worthless, and so on. I have only really been good at replacing those lies with God’s truth in the last few years by…
I am tired; the tired that leaves you feeling numb. The tired that causes sleep to be elusive. I am worn. I am battle weary. I do not say this in an attempt to feel sorry for myself. No, I say this because it is hard for me to admit that I am anything less than strong. To say that…
I had made the decision to go to my church’s Wednesday night worship service. I was nervous about going because I would have my five year old with me. I wanted to dig deeper into God’s presence, but I wasn’t exactly sure how that was going to work while keeping an eye on my active, doesn’t sit still for long…
