This story from a fellow Hope*Writer and mother resonates with me on a deep level. A loved one’s struggle with substance abuse changed the course of my life, and I so appreciate my friend’s willingness to share her story about walking through that as a mother. I am so thankful for this friend’s vulnerability and…
Read moreThe Muddy Middle- Thelma’s Story
wrestle- || wres*tle (verb): : to move, maneuver, or force with difficulty; to combat an opposing tendency or force; to engage in deep thought, consideration, or debate || Friends, if you have ever wrestled through darkness, depression, anxiety, or questions about your faith, you’ll likely recognize the thoughts and feelings in the story below. My friend Thelma does a beautiful…
Read moreWhen My Singleness Held Me Back From Joy – Jessica’s Story
Sometimes we come across words that read like balm to our aching souls. Jessica is a gifted writer and encourager whose words do just that. As I read through her advice and encouragement to others in difficult seasons, I knew it was important for her voice to be a part of this series. I wish…
Read moreRescued From the Life I Wanted – Paola’s Story
Friends, I’m so excited for you to meet Paola. She is sharing her story with us today through an interview we had this week. I love how technology can put us in touch with sisters/community from all over the world. If her words speak to you, be sure to let her know in the comments…
Read moreMy African Year of Grieving – Laura’s Story
As I was reading Laura’s story this week, I kept wishing we were sitting together over a cup of coffee at a cute cafe in one of our cities. Which is kind of perfect, because she writes as The Caffeinated Woman and invites others to “live wide awake” through her writing and speaking. She has…
Read moreWhat a dream about ice cream parlors reminded me about freedom
On Monday morning of this week I woke up from a dream that was extremely realistic and vivid. It’s a recurring dream I’ve had for years, but this was the most detailed and memorable yet. I can’t stop thinking about it. I can almost smell the french fry grease, and feel the familiar stickiness under…
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