He Meets Me Here

As I sit here in my quiet house, with feet propped up on a fluffy little poof, blanket draped over my legs, I can feel my heart begin to race. I work hard to calm my mind, to control my breathing as my chest becomes more heavy. Anxiety is a familiar companion. One that IContinue reading “He Meets Me Here”

Who Am I? – Christ Centered Identity

I used to think my identity had a lot to do with shallow things like my name, my favorite things, or my strong opinions. As life went on my identity morphed into whatever was most important to me at the time. Then when I became a mom, my identity and importance came from the title,Continue reading “Who Am I? – Christ Centered Identity”