I was recently asked to speak at a MOPS group. If you aren't familiar, MOPS is an international program that welcomes moms to gather and support one another with Jesus through motherhood. Usually it
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Archives for February 2021
Magnifying what is best doesn’t mean…
There’s so much pressure to “see the good” in people that we are learning to slowly distrust ourselves. We press past our own instincts because we have been told it’s the “right” thing to do, even
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Find gratitude
I know it hurts. But we need these reminders. Hold them tight. Let them guide you.
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No longer apologizing
Recovery from people pleasing and perfectionism means welcoming in my own humanness and the humanness of those around me. It means leaning into creating and throwing things against the wall to see
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Being “nice” doesn’t mean:
I limit saying the word "nice." As a mama to three girls, I hear it used a lot.
"Be nice! Use nice hands! Nice girls share!" Did you know that the Greek root word of "nice" from the 13 century
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Releasing myself from the guilt
Perhaps the hardest realization.
Surrender it all. 🤍
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A child becomes…
I wasn't just an angry woman, I was a wounded child. I wasn't just a hormonal teen, I was scared. I wasn't just a peace keeper, I was detached from self.
When I began tending to my inner child,
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Unsafe sounds like:
If you find yourself discouraged, confused or shrinking often, unsafe relationships will reinforce this.
Safe relationships on the other hand, see your mistakes and lacks but don't punish you for
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Your job is to manage your boundary
Less time managing how they will react, more time reminding yourself that you are worthy of safety, love and happiness.
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Try not explaining
We often focus so much on getting our boundary “right” that we stifle our own abilities to set a limit, adjust it, and rebuild trust within ourselves in the process.
I know it’s scary and that fear
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