I’m a knotty girl. I mean it. I get a massage once a month out of necessity and it. is. not. relaxing. I never know how many knots and sore muscles I have until I visit what I semi-affectionately call “Candy’s House of Pain”. As I lay there being tortured for what seems like eternity,…
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Life on the Other Side of Abuse
Ben and I watched a limited series on Netflix last weekend. Maid chronicles the true story of a woman (Alex) in an abusive relationship who struggles to make a life for herself and her daughter apart from her abuser. It is thrilling when she gets away and finds a safe place. It’s heartbreaking to see…
Self-what?
I am beating myself up this morning because I caved and got a strawberry milkshake at Chick-Fila last night. That little voice is saying, kind of loudly, “Who are you to write about self-control?” Shut it, Devil. We are all works in progress. Just because we have not mastered something does not mean we haven’t…
Tempted in Toronto
Bad Decisions. This could have been the name of the Lifetime Movie about my teens and early twenties. I was not a wise girl. Ten years later, the bad choices are fewer and farther between and I am grateful. However, they still happen, and now that I have wisdom, experience, and Jesus, they feel a…
Living Well 