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Perfectionism Isn't Impressive, It's Deadly

Perfectionism Isn't Impressive, It's Deadly

Being particular isn’t the equivalent of being godly. Godliness isn’t perfection for those of us who are saved sinners; godliness is pursuing faithfulness and obedience amidst our repentance as we strive to please Christ—even with our failings.

When Someone Doesn't Like You

When Someone Doesn't Like You

Realizing I've been unfriended. Finding out I wasn't invited. The sting of disapproval and rejection cuts to the heart. I don't like to admit it, but I desperately want to be liked.

How My Wedding Almost Consumed Me

How My Wedding Almost Consumed Me

I realized something was really wrong in my heart when I continued to obsess over my wedding after it had taken place. Had everything been as I wanted it to be? Maybe if I had just changed a few things here, a few things there, then it would really have been ideal.

When We Want (Too Much) to be Liked

When We Want (Too Much) to be Liked

I love to be loved. Some people like money or trappings or success; I like being popular. I tend to act, think and live in ways that (I’m hoping) will engender people’s affection and admiration. As one might say, your love is my drug.

Mommy Wars and Glory Thieves

Mommy Wars and Glory Thieves

I realized my jerk syndrome had gotten out of hand when a new friend genuinely apologized to me for using cloth diapers and making her own baby food. I cringed inside as she spoke realizing the very thing I hate about the mommy world – pervasive comparison – was what I inflicted upon her as I tried to explain my aversion to “mommy-ness.” Yes. I am the reverse-discrimination jerk mother. And what a fool I am to think myself outside of the supposed “mommy war” just because I despise it.

The very fact that I hate it tells me I am very much inside of it.

When Life's Not Fair

When Life's Not Fair

I’ve never been one to often tell people “You deserve this!” . . . especially if it involves something like ice cream or a “break.” Not because I don’t think people should ever have ice cream or a reprieve from hard work. But more often than not, when people say this to me I know it’s not actually true.  I know the corners I cut or the thoughts I had in my heart. I know the attitude I had behind closed doors and the not so proud moments that come along with any hard work or achievement.

#Blessed

#Blessed

We’ve all been there; we’ve all seen it. Three beautiful children, a handsome husband, the new Lexus making a slight appearance in front of their Anthropologie-esque home with their new puppy making its debut on your Instagram feed. One of these pictures was in my feed recently. The caption read “I’m so in love with these people. #Blessed #Godisgood.” In that moment I was genuinely thankful with her. Then I glanced down to read the comments.

Prince or Pauper?

Prince or Pauper?

As I sat daydreaming about a life situation of late I veered into thinking about “the two young princes”. One was eager to take the sword, lusted after his seat on the throne and scoffed at those who came before him. The other relished in the wisdom of his teacher, humbly knew he was not ready for the throne, but valiantly and courageously took the sword when the moment was right to save the kingdom.