What God Thinks About You
They say that you can know when someone is talking about you because your ears are “burning”? I wonder what happens when God thinks about you? Could God be thinking about you right now? Read more
They say that you can know when someone is talking about you because your ears are “burning”? I wonder what happens when God thinks about you? Could God be thinking about you right now? Read more
By: Danni Synot
I don’t know about you, but I love a good milkshake. Anything from plain vanilla, strawberry or chocolate, to a berry milkshake with all the lashings of cream, ice cream, and butterscotch brittle. Read more
By: Laura Bennett
You walk into an art gallery and the moment you do, you are blindfolded. You feel uncomfortable but suddenly attune to auditory stories playing around you. Read more
By: Yvette Cherry
In the busy life of the bee world, the Queen Bee reigns supreme. Nurtured in her role as the provider of life, she is the only queen in a colony of honey bees that may number 60,000 or more. The Queen Bee is the largest bee in the colony and the only one capable of stinging multiple times and surviving. Read more
By: Katrina Roe
It’s pretty clear that something is going wrong with our girls when parents report that primary-aged girls are attempting to cut off their tummy fat with scissors. Read more
By: Jennie Scott
When you’ve experienced rejection in your life, a serious rejection of all that you are, you see everything through the lens of being unwanted and unworthy. Read more
By: Stephen McAlpine
I have devoted this guest post to a friend of mine, Talia. I have not read anything as moving, as heartbreaking, or as soul-enriching this year. Read more
We live in a world where you are limited by your qualifications. That’s one of the reasons why your parents probably told you to finish school. Read more
By: Danni Synot
I don’t know about you, but I love a good milkshake. Anything from plain vanilla, strawberry or chocolate, to a berry milkshake with all the lashings of cream, ice cream, and butterscotch brittle. Read more
By: Susan Browning
There’s a dialogue in my mind, a culmination of words I’ve heard over the years said about me, spoken to me and the conversation I have with myself. The minor declarations in the hurt of a moment when repeated create the pathway to edify our inability and lack of self worth. Read more