I still go to therapy. If you're surprised by this, you must be new here, so welcome. But yes, I go to therapy. What I used to be so ardently against, for myself, I now have come to look forward too. It's like a mental health accountability partner. And I need all the accountability partners… Continue reading I’m important too
Category: My Faith
Because of His Goodness…
This last week I was away from all the social media. It was hard, yet it was so good. Am I eager to do it again? No. But I feel like it's needed to step away for a while. I had to delete all my apps because I know me and sure enough early on… Continue reading Because of His Goodness…
Fighting for joy
I heard the phrase "fight for joy" recently and it struck me how ironic and yet how true the phrase is. Sometimes it's a literal fight, a struggle, a war to just find joy. I feel like that phrase sums up where I'm at right now. In a season supposed to be filled with joy… Continue reading Fighting for joy
When a helper isn’t helping
I was having a conversation today with someone and we were talking about volunteering of sorts and I almost lamented that I felt like I didn't do hardly anything anymore. We were talking about the things that I used to do. I used to help with things during the week at the church, like helping… Continue reading When a helper isn’t helping
It’s not about the past
Yesterday I was looking at the story of Rahab. It's found in Joshua 2. She protects the spies and in return she and her family are spared. It's a good Old Testament story. But here's the thing about Rahab. Almost every time she's mentioned in the Bible, Old or New Testament, she's called "Rahab, the… Continue reading It’s not about the past
Grace at the right time
It's funny. I've said a lot of times that my people found me at exactly the right time, when I needed them the most and when I couldn't say no. And in that God found me too, or rather I stopped treating Him as someone I occasionally run into and developed a real, deep relationship… Continue reading Grace at the right time
Hope in the broken parts
Well it's been a minute...or several weeks. To be honest, they've been trying weeks and existing was enough work. I got sick, had to take steroids (anxiety brain on steroids is bad), and then just had a very challenge week after that (as did everyone around me). But here I am today, not really sure… Continue reading Hope in the broken parts
