Tag: Redemption

Better Than Average Mom

Motherhood is hard. Mary, the mother of Jesus, the one that God entrusted to raise the SAVIOR of the world, LOST HIM FOR THREE DAYS. If social media had existed back then, her mess up would have been one of the most debated topics on Facebook, dividing sides and splitting

Forget the Glass Celling. Shatter the Walls

It was a beautiful day and I ended up at the park with our youngest daughter. She ran to the swings and triumphantly jumped onto the empty seat. As she got going, after a push from me, she would pump her legs then stick them straight out, using the muscles

March 2019 Stunningly Strong Woman: Tara Alston

T R I G G E R• W A R N I NG March’s Stunningly Strong Story is one that is full of violence but also redemption and I want my readers to be fully aware of this. If you have suffered violence, physical, sexual, or emotional I urge you

I’ll Have the Love with a Side of Grace

Valentines Day. Love it or hate it, it comes every February 14th and the stores are decked out in hearts, candy, cheesy stuffed animals and cards. In fact, on February 13th you can stroll the aisle of any major retailer and see guys with panicked faces trying to find that

December’s Stunningly Strong Woman Mary: Scared but Willing

As I was thinking about who I should highlight this month, I kept coming back to Mary because each year during the Christmas season we hear the story of how an angel of the Lord appeared to a girl and proclaimed that she would give birth to a son even

August’s Stunningly Strong Woman: Michelle

Prodigal. A label that is slapped on those who grew up in church, know the Bible, and yet for reasons “unknown” to those around them they choose to embrace the ideas, ways and lifestyle that is contrary to the doctrine and beliefs in which they were raised. I’ve been asked

Twenty Years to Life

Twenty years. That’s a long time, or it’s not, depending on what context you are thinking of twenty years in. Twenty years could seem like forever to a convicted  felon. Twenty years seems so young to me now that I am forty but when I was ten, twenty seemed like

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