My mission is to illuminate, inspire, & impart to women seeking or in committed relationships so that they may be better prepared for the celebrations, changes, and challenges of marriage & life.
So August tried me. Tried my patience and tried my sanity. Actually August really almost took me out… but for every cloud there is truly a silver lining.
Even the most experienced ballet dancers know that going back to the barre is important. In a Christian's life that "barre" is the Bible. You are supposed to start every morning with biblical study. But many folks do not do that - myself included. So, I have to "go back to the barre."
I’m not a stepmom. I didn’t knowingly marry a man with kids, therefore, the term does not fit me. I’m a mom-mom.
Right now I am sitting in an airport. I am casually flipping my hair over my shoulder as I type away at this laptop looking every bit like a world travelling girl boss. But the reality is that I am waiting on my flight which has been delayed twice. I am so tired I can barely type.
"I'm afraid of love. I don't want to be hurt." I understand the sentiment behind it. You are vulnerable when you love. But what is the alternative? Being bitter? That isn't a good option.
Date night isn't some mythical creature that is only available to those on tv sitcoms. Date night is about intimacy.
