For what it’s worth: it’s never too late to be whoever you want to be. I hope you live a life you’re proud of, and if you find you’re not, I hope you have the strength to start over again.
She hurt me.
Did You see what she did?
She let me down.
He betrayed me.
Did You hear what he said?
He played me.
I took the path of love even through the pain.
Or did I?
I kept reminding myself of Your Word.
A friend loves at all times.
But there’s still this ache inside…
I remember the last time I told a co-worker of mine about one of my greatest struggles as a woman. It happened at an unlikely place - an ice cream shop. We were just having a typical conversation. Not too deep.
She then mentioned that she just began filtering the movies she was watching. I didn’t know what possessed me to say it, but I admitted that I was doing the same because of the negative effects the wrong types of movies were having on my thought life.
Our conversation then went to struggles with lust and pornography. By the time we were finished talking, she was in tears. (Read more)
The fact that I am a woman does not make me a different kind of Christian, but the fact that I am a Christian makes me a different kind of woman.
Writing is a socially acceptable form of schizophrenia.
When a train goes through a tunnel and it gets dark, you don’t throw away your ticket and jump off. You sit still and trust the engineer.