That’s where I was about a year and a half ago. I was still going to Church every Sunday, and I was involved in a youth group, but I wasn’t praying as much. Life slowly became less about loving God and loving the people around me, and more about what I wanted. Sin, and one form of sin in particular, started to make its way back into my life.
Our society has conditioned us as young women to believe that the more skin we show the more empowered we become. But this could not be further from the truth.
Valentine’s day celebrates love, the expression of God’s own nature.
Because you’re so little and you aren’t big enough to speak for yourself yet, there are a lot of people who are making some pretty big decisions for you, including the decision to let you live long enough to receive that treatment.
I want us to have such an understanding of the profound gift of motherhood that we can look at the young moms, single moms, working moms, and stay-at-home moms in my life with awe at the radical beauty that is their motherhood.
The saints lived incredible, heroic, nearly unbelievable moments because their love for God was just as radical in those moments as it was in the most un-incredible moments of their lives.
Sainthood isn’t just for the old or religious!
I was making some serious growth in overcoming this sin, and Jesus showed me nothing but a welcoming embrace each time I ran to His loving arms when falling, no matter how guilty and ashamed I felt.
Why are you afraid of dying? I needed to dig heavy into that question. I didn't like the answer, but it was something I needed to hear.
