Two weekends in a row now I found myself bitter with my husband for eating what I like to call “junk” while we were on hunting trips. I’ve been eating a Paleo diet for a year and two months now without “cheats.” At first, when I began my journey I insisted that my husband eat only what I could eat because otherwise I felt tempted. But now, I’ve learned not to even be tempted by those around me, and my bitterness stems from my desire to see him achieve the same health benefits I have….Read More
My life was falling apart. Suspected causes of my nerve pain and intense bladder urgency and pain included multiple sclerosis, fibromyalgia, rheumatoid arthritis, interstitial cystitis, lupus, anxiety, irritable bowel syndrome--no doctor could quite figure it out.
I was always in pain. My whole body hurt. I had tingling, burning sensations covering my body......Read More
My baby turns a year old today. I should be looking back at pictures reminiscing the memories, the good times. I should be smiling because the year was filled with joyful baby snuggles, baby-wearing, rocking, breastfeeding, and so many other parts of motherhood that I adored and dreamed of. But unfortunately, that's not the case for us.Read More
This is for all you girls who struggle with low self-confidence. This is for all you women who let what others think of you define what you will and won’t do. This is for all you sisters in Christ who believe the lies that you are not capable of achieving your dreams....Read More
Have you ever been angry at God for letting you go through a difficult trial? Maybe you are dealing with illness, loss, or pain in any other form. It seems unfair and confusing sometimes for people that a good God would allow such pain in the world. I used to think I understood why, and I was confident that my faith was strong enough to endure painful trials whenever they should come. Then, I came into a period of suffering in my life that I wouldn’t wish on my worst enemy, and suddenly doubts, fear, and intense anger towards God began swirling through my mind.Read More
I am not living my dream. No, my dream consisted of being a homemaker and mom with well-behaved kids who started “preschool” at home by a year old. My dream kids knew their numbers, colors, and alphabet by the time they were two. In my dream life, my house was clean, I read my Bible daily, I showered and put on makeup each morning, and I made tasty snacks for playdates with the many friends I had. In my dream life, I was wearing clean clothes and my hair was curled when I greeted my husband at the door with a kiss each day. My husband and I rarely fought, because communication was our strong point and deep conversation was our favorite way to spend time together...Read More