Here’s the thing about those Pinterest quotes, those “Choose Joy This Christmas” signs—when you’re at your lowest, they just bounce off you. They’re flat. One-dimensional words that don’t mean anything when you’re suffocating inside your own head while everyone else is singing carols.
We’re all living like emotional sponges right now, soaking up everyone’s opinion, everyone’s drama, everyone’s hot take on literally everything. And as someone who needs medication just to slow my brain down enough to think instead of react, let me tell you: this is not sustainable. Are you feeling it, too? We’re in the middle of a full-blown emotional real estate crisis and it’s frankly exhausting to say the least.
I like pink, but on this particular September day, the shade of pink wasn’t one I’d choose—a tie-in-the-front top that came with very specific instructions that made vulnerability a mandate—not the option.
I’ve always carried “keep calm and carry on” as my personal motto, even before I married my British hubby. But I recently discovered I’d been getting it all wrong...
Have you ever been tired—deep in your soul? The kind of tired that sleep doesn’t fix, where the weight of everything feels too heavy to carry? The world keeps demanding more, no matter how much you give, it never seems enough.
One of my dear friends coined a word that has stuck with me—Godfidence. Whether in the deodorant we choose or the shampoo we use, we’re often told we need more confidence. But the answer is even simpler than that.
Stacy Sanchez never thought her golden years would be spent this way. She and her husband had plans—a quaint retirement by the beach, mornings spent sipping coffee and evenings filled with peace. But everything changed when Child Protective Services dropped off her seven-year-old grandson with nothing but a small bag and a shattered heart.
while the holidays are supposedly all about coming together, there’s a reason I’d rather hibernate in my stretch pants, messy bun, maybe a day or two past my last shower, and watch “It’s a Wonderful Life” with an endless supply of eggnog (more precisely, the creamy non-alcoholic kind). All that festive chaos? Not exactly my idea of a good time. As a bipolar mom with manic tendencies and anxiety served with a side of ADHD, holiday gatherings give me a little extra “something” to manage.
When Joan C. Benson and Marjorie Wingert drove six hours together to a writers conference, neither predicted they would embark on a divinely orchestrated partnership. Together, Benson and Wingert bridge generations, cultures, and abilities to create children’s books addressing today’s most challenging topics.
As we enter a new year, I must be honest: to me, it just feels heavy. There’s a sinking feeling that’s been lingering in me these past few months, an urge to put the shutters up on life and keep out whatever the future may bring. The uncertainty can feel overwhelming, and it’s tempting to shrink back, to withdraw into a place where things feel safer and more manageable. But even in these moments, I’m beginning to recognize something powerful: God has me here, even now, amid all this uncertainty.