“I’m Not Going Anywhere.” A Tribute to Godly Men
My past taught me that men were dangerous, not to be trusted, and likely to hurt and abandon me. I learned otherwise from my husband and my new faith.
My past taught me that men were dangerous, not to be trusted, and likely to hurt and abandon me. I learned otherwise from my husband and my new faith.
Depression has been excruciating. I’m so grateful to finally be on a path of deeper healing.
It’s hard for most of us to resist the sheer momentum of America’s consumerist Christmas. But once you’ve witnessed precious families just barely surviving—like Joseph and Mary of old—it’s impossible to celebrate Christmas the same way.
Messages of light emerging from darkness are so common as to be almost cliché. Until you experience it yourself. Like I did in an unusually cold, isolated Texas in February.
After years of dealing with depression, at the hardest part of a very hard year, peace has finally come. The only way I can explain it is through God.
The benefits of gratitude is so robust there is nearly nothing you could do to encourage more widespread happiness and relieve more suffering than encouraging the daily recounting of gratitude.
On this Veteran’s day, we take the opportunity to not merely honor indiscriminately, but specifically on those who have made the deliberate choice to sacrifice for liberty under law in our nation.
It’s not just a cliche. America really used to be great. At least many of us felt so—growing up loving it in so many ways. Why has that changed? And what must we do to awaken again this gratitude in our young people today?
As we find gratitude in the midst of pandemic, it’s important we give our gratitude not just generally but specifically to those who have helped us.