Small Steps, Big Faith Series, 2 of 2: Faith And Deeds: Manifesting Miracles In The Mundane
Faith and Deeds What good is it, my brothers and sisters, if someone claims to have faith but has no deeds? Can such faith save …
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Small Steps, Big Faith Series, 1 of 2: Q1 Reflections- Divinity in the Smallest Starts
I went out with two phenomenal soul sister friends to talk about and celebrate our successes in the first quarter (that’s mature woman speak for …
Redefining Progress: The Hidden Value in Life’s Unexpected Impermanence
Everyone needs to hear this and know this. And I mean EVERYONE. I believe we already know it, but we’ve become so disconnected from ourselves we no longer believe what the God in us teaches us. It’s the still, deep knowing. Rather than bemoan the season of rest, akin to the leaves falling off the trees, we must instead appreciate the season we’re in and embrace the importance of and recognize these periods of stability as opportunities for reflection, adjustment, and preparation for continued progress.
Navigating Transition: A Personal Journey of Success and Growth in 2023
Before we look ahead to the new year, we ought to spend time celebrating all of our accomplishments from this year. Before we move forward, how about we spend some time relishing our accomplishments and successes from this year?! Like, duh! Yes, of course!
The Raw Truth of Alcohol Withdrawal: A Detox Nurse’s Perspective
Unaddressed wounds don’t heal. If I cut my arm severely but don’t acknowledge it, it won’t heal, it’s get worse! And healing hurts. After I notice the wound, I have to clean it so it doesn’t get infected and it stings. Whether I apply pressure to stop the bleeding or clean it with alcohol, it’s gonna hurt. But the hurt doesn’t last forever. It’s temporary.
December Detox: A Nurse’s Plan for Mindful Consumption and Creative Focus
Life happens a spectrum. On one end, there’s complete abstinence, avoidance, no partaking, sobriety. Zero. On the other end of the spectrum, there’s consumption. Healthy, …
Unmasking Bias: The “Challenge” of a Two-Syllable Name
Joval. “Joval, like my parents Joel and Valerie.”
There’s misunderstanding. And then there’s this. Contempt. Disdain. Bias. Discrimination. Hatred rolls off their lips as they insist on mispronouncing my name.
Traumatic. Trauma. Shame. Forgiveness. Love. Wholeness. Completion. God.
It takes courage to heal from our shame. It takes courage to heal. And healing hurts. It’s a painful process but is required to live …
I’m Rubber and You’re Glue!
I’m starting a petition for us to bring back some especially fun language: What do these two have in common? Well, here’s the thing, babes… …