The Art Of Letting Go
As I write this, I’m struggling with the Art of Letting Go…again.
Personal thoughts and stories from our found and editor.
As I write this, I’m struggling with the Art of Letting Go…again.
I’m not sure if it’s still true today, but those little meals you carried to school were more than just nourishment, they were a status symbol. We judged each other not only on the contents but the method in which you carried it
We chose to walk through the pain with our kids and teach them how to grow from difficulty
Guest Post by Kim Briggs
May all the broken pieces of our lives, the spilled bottles of paint, pencil shavings and dried-up markers, broken and forgotten crayons and the smashed pieces of chalk be crafted into the masterpiece our families will read in future generations.
I just spent my Saturday having a tea party with a hedgehog.
Those people who are the happiest are the ones that not only create happy moments but make an effort to remember the good.
I’m not sure how I initially came up with the idea of a lists of FIRSTS. I rather think it was a God-idea as I was struggling to find something good in my life.
You’d be surprised at how small, yet how deep and big your life will get when you search for your small town within your current situation.
We’ve lost touch with silence. Within the silence, we hear the voice of God and we hear the cries of our heart. It’s in the thinking and pondering that we work through some of what is eating at us on the inside.