How do you feel about yourself? We are bombarded every where we turn with images and articles that communicate to us what we should look like and how we should feel about our self. Whether we are sitting in front of the television set or standing in line at the grocery store, these messages are constantly coming at us and have a very powerful impact on how we think. It shouldn’t be surprising that the advertising industry is responsible for creating some of the insecurities women face on a daily basis. They pressure us to maintain a level
Think of the times you’ve had to leave home for an extended period of time, going off to school or perhaps even getting married. Some of the most comforting and reassuring words we can hear from our parents are these, “If you ever need anything, doesn’t matter day or night, just call, we’ll be here.” Even though there may be apprehension and probably some anxiety about the unknown, somehow hearing those reassuring words help to make us feel calmer and less worried. We know we can trust our parents’ words and that they will indeed be there for us.
Every spring as soon as the weather is tolerable, my husband gets out the gardening tools from the backyard shed. It’s gardening time! Time to pull up the weeds and prune the dead branches and shrubs left over from the harsh winter months. Then it is time to till the soil and mulch the garden beds before adding new annuals and even a few perennials. I find this process both tedious and tiresome and I have to admit I am more of a spectator than I am an active participant. Gardening just isn’t one of my strengths nor is it one
I am going to tell you one of my secrets. Listen closely. “I am no where close to where I want to be.” There. I said it. Now there’s no way for me to pretend I’m someone I’m not. One thing I want to always portray to my readers and to you, my friends, is this. I want to be real. You see, I’m on a journey and though I may not be where I want to be, with God’s help, I’m sure headed in the right direction. Of course there are days when I fall a few steps
It is now a year since I started to blog but the desire to write had been in my heart for quite a long time. So long that I keep finding dollar store books in storage boxes with blog names and unfinished entries from the early part of 2000. I was held back by fear and feelings of inadequacy. I wondered if God could really use anything I had to say or if anyone would care to read my writing. So I kept ignoring the prompting, hoping it would dissipate. However, nothing I did would erase the deep desire I felt
The fluorescent lighting reflected off the glossy covers of the magazines like a beacon, beckoning my attention to the strategically placed magazine rack at the check out counter. The super sexy model on one cover smiled back at me as if she had been waiting to catch my gaze. It didn’t matter that parts of her shapely body was photo shopped to add curvature and remove wrinkles, cellulite and stretch marks. All I saw was what the magazine wanted me to see…..PERFECTION. Her long legs reminded me shorts and swimsuit season was only a short while away and my mind