It has been a long time coming since I could stand and say that I have a healthy relationship with my body. Anyone who has grown up with me could be the first to tell you that my priority of dieting and exercising has drastically changed in the past 4 years. A lot of that... Continue Reading →
I extend endless effort to feel self-sufficient but the truth is that I am the same as my helpless babe wedged in the corner of her crib. If it weren’t for my God putting breath into my lungs every morning or pumping blood through my heart I could not live. We like to pretend as if we weren’t, but the truth is we are all just as fragile as newborns. It is beautiful to think that God designed motherhood in such a way that it parallels His love and devotion to us. It provides such relief to know that as I fumble my way through this new journey, there is a God I can trust for the satisfaction of my soul and the soul of my daughter.
Jesus would meet me continually in those low places and soften the places that were so wounded and so bruised. Only He could restore what had been lost and make whole again. Only He could show me the importance of forgiving my abuser. Only HE could give me the affection that my heart had such a deep desire for. He had to meet me in my desert place.
It didn't develop overnight- body image issues never do. Hiding was easy. Keeping things secret was my form of control; a satisfying form of control. The less the people closest to me knew about my issues, the more I believed I was in control. I traded intimacy for control. The more it led me to believe that I could control what they would think of me and how they viewed me. I became desperate to feel valuable and worthy.
My main prayer for myself and really anyone reading this post, that also struggles with being single, is not that one day soon we will have amazing boyfriends or husbands (I do hope that, don’t get me wrong); it is to become content in our singleness and fall deeper in love with Jesus during it. Trust me, I know being single is hard. And maybe one day your prince charming will come, or maybe he won’t. God doesn't promise to match-make on your schedule. He does however promise to pursue you more than any guy ever could, to be with you always, to protect you, and to love you unconditionally.
If four years ago someone would have told me that I would get married weeks after I finished my third year of college, I would have called them crazy. Not because I didn't want to get married, but because the idea of getting married so young didn’t seem realistic. I often dreamed of marriage and... Continue Reading →
When life seems too busy to manage, insecurities seem too deep to overcome, and trust seems impossible; I have clung to those three words; whatever is lovely. This blog will feature posts from several women who each have unique gifts and thoughts; all to be shared with you! Singleness, addiction, infertility, marriage, eating disorders, jealousy, motherhood, body image, self-worth, exercising, and much more are all topics that we will be discussing.