Apr 03
; I have a dream. It’s reminecent of the Chariots of Fire triumphal entry. It’s of me crossing the finish line of a half-marathon. My three kiddos and hubby are waiting for me, arms raised and cheering as I sprint the thirteen miles like a bounding pup. For a non-running type of person, this is …
Jan 31
Later, after the laughter had died down, I reflected on my own struggle with deafness in the spiritual realm. How often does God communicate with me, and just like my friend, I hear something entirely different. My Lord speaks, and at times, I plug my ears like a child and shake my head in defiance, hearing only what I want to hear.
Jan 12
My husband and I sound like broken records, repeating how very much we love her in our best soothing voice. But it’s not enough. Our baby is mad and angry. She even howls at the machine, as if to rage against the symbol of her supposed injustice.
Nov 23
It’s my own fault. My favorite socks were dirty so I went without. Decided to stink up my loafers and go foot commando. I thought I would be so bold and cheeky in my sockless state, a brazen message to the world that I can handle adversity.
Mar 07
Ouch! Nothing Like Taking a Hit to the Stomach
Childish fun...
by Sam
…but maybe there is a point, some proverbial happy medium, when you can let yourself go to the gym a little less and live a little more. When a woman, someone like me, perhaps, let’s go of the obsessive hot girl mentality, and laughs at the crappy comments life throws at her.
Tags: body image, fitness, Girl Scout cookie, Health, rude comments, Swimsuit, Women
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