Encouraging Women to Walk Deeper with God
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 co-worker’s words Continue Reading
Go ahead - paste "ugly" all over it. The temptation battles nearly all of us at one point or another. It's envy. What if we shed light on envy and have a real, girlfriend-to-girlfriend discussion about it? What if we share our struggles and how we overcame them? Then what? I smell victory. Do you? Feel free to pull up a chair and sit around the table. It's our first ever post at "A Round Table." A Round Table is a Continue Reading
Dance With Jesus – a Metaphor for Joy By Susan B. Mead Have you ever felt like the journey of healing from losing someone dear to you was NOT what you hoped for? Do you often find yourself feeling lost, alone, overwhelmed and unsure how to help yourself, much less someone else in your family? Would you like to see that someone else has walked this path, so you can? Me too. There is HOPE… Have you ever written an 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 plods along, a daily Continue Reading
Love is My Superpower As a child, I had a strong sense of justice. I lived in a home where the scales tipped heavily down in one direction, and I thought it was my job to defend the defenseless. I pushed and shoved in hopes of righting a wrong. What I realized after many rancorous battles was that she who yells loudest does not win. Hostility never saves the day. All my self-righteous indignation did little to change the acrimonious Continue Reading
