Encouraging Women to Walk Deeper with God
Have you ever felt the sting of rejection? Has someone else’s “you’re not good enough” or “I don’t want you” injected its venom? Hand raising high here. Rejection hurts, doesn't it? For years, I limped around, wounded and swollen with stinger still penetrating while rejection continued to pump its venom into my veins. Old boyfriends.Words of others.Actions and nonactions of others But God never intended for us to cart Continue Reading
Tired of not feeling good enough? I have a story to which you might relate. Many voices chimed one, similar answer. I sat astounded. Computer keys clicked as I asked a "crowdsourcing" question on my personal Facebook page. A beautiful group of friends and family sitting on the other side of computers worldwide, offered their helpful input. Feeling "not good enough" waved its victory flag as the #1 answer. And funny enough, that has been Continue Reading
Please join me in welcoming Iris Peterson to the blog. Iris and I met through the online writer's training group, COMPEL Training. Her words are humble but staunch in the Spirit. There's power in their midst. Enjoy! As I walked out of my co-worker’s classroom, I realized that decades of questions and moments of pain had been erased. I don’t know the moment that I was set free from the spirit of rejection, but I knew that my Continue Reading
I look in the mirror. The eyes ~ they're too big at times, too squinty at others. The mouth? The pencil-thin lines cause a cringe. Oh, and those thighs? Girl, I was ready to get a new pair, like yesterday. What was God thinking? I hate the reflection in the mirror. I hate me. And so I stamp myself "not good enough". Thighs ~ NOT GOOD ENOUGH Smile ~ NOT GOOD ENOUGH Eyes ~ NOT GOOD ENOUGH And the list goes on. Life Continue Reading
Do ever struggle with your identity? Do you know who you really are? Ashley Shepherd shares how God helped her answer those very questions. Enjoy today's #YourStory with with guest Ashley Shepherd. I will never forget in 2012 waking up one morning and looking over at the laundry and feeling like I couldn’t breath. I remember as a little girl when I was swimming I dove down and as I came up there was a float, and I couldn’t get to the Continue Reading
