Hi ladies, I hope you are ready to be real with yourself while reading this article, see if you can open yourself up to allow truths to set in and change to come about afterwards, I’m praying for you that while you read this you can see me, the author, as being vulnerable and real and that you would be able to be as well.
Recently I published an article called Overcoming Your Struggle With..
We’ve written several articles in the past about how to be a godly woman in a difficult generation, we’ve talked about singleness, we’ve talked about relationships, but I thought it would be a good idea to address the topic of how to be a godly woman worth being pursued by a godly man.
Sometimes it’s hard to know what is required. Sometimes you wonder if you are doing something wrong if you’ve..
Blog posts and Youtube videos with titles like the one this article has, have always annoyed me. The perspective is completely backward, the focus is very selfish, and they encourage the wrong kind of mindset. It’s always about manipulation. What knobs you can turn, and what levers can you pull to get the result you want. On top of that, the tips and tricks advised would only work on reeling in..
My dad and I were catching a quick breakfast before heading into work. We were at the checkout counter in a local bakery waiting to pay our bill. The waitress walked up to the counter and stopped dead in her tracks. She looked me up and down and said, “You are freakishly tall!”
I stood there absolutely stunned.
I had no idea how to respond to that. I know that at 6’ 1” I’m on the taller side, but I’ve never been called “freakishly tall.”
I decided to just smile nicely and say, “Yeah . . . I am really tall . . .ha ha.” Awkward.
What Does Perfect Look Like?
When someone calls a girl freakish, it kind of makes her stop and think. And that’s exactly what it did to me.
The other day might have been quite possibly one of the most frustrating difficult days of the entire year for me. I was frazzled, frustrated, scared, lonely, and hurt. I was at the end of my rope and about to break down at any second. I remember walking through the store about to burst into tears so I went into the bathroom to be alone. When I walked in and looked in the mirror I let loose. I cried and cried. I had been holding onto way too much junk and not talking to anyone about it. As I cried I looked down at the sink and saw a piece of a paper towel with handwriting on it. I picked it up and read these words: “Remember who you are”. There were little seagulls drawn around those beautiful words. I don’t know why but this note comforted me more than you would have thought.
A complete stranger had written those words and left them to be found by another stranger. God knew I needed that message. God knew that I needed to remember who I was. And who am I? These last few weeks that is exactly the question I have been asking myself. Who am I in this world? What is my purpose? What if my dreams and desires aren’t what God has planned for my life? What will I be doing 5 years from now? Who am I?
Somehow she knew he was looking her way. She slowly glanced in his direction to find out. His handsome face smiled at her. Their eyes locked for several long seconds. She shyly smiled back. Invisible sparks flew as butterflies erupted in both of their stomachs.
True love just hit the scene.
Or did it?
The word love comes in all shapes and sizes today.
We, as a culture, use it in a casual moment after we bite into a hot slice of pizza, or a monumental moment as we stand at the altar on our wedding day. Love. Such a short, but powerful word. Most of us say the word love in the moments when we’re feeling happy. When the object or person in front of us is making our life better.
Romantic love takes things a step further.
The Fourth of July is tomorrow! When we, as a country celebrate our independence. Our freedom. Our country. But something got me thinking about how our country expresses our freedom. In some ways we express our freedom through love, through religion and other ways that represent good morale. But for the most part, I think America expresses it’s freedom with an arrogant, headstrong selfish attitude.
One of the most prominent ways America expresses its freedom is through feminism. Feminists have such a huge megaphone right now and they use it in any way they can to shovel their ideas and lifestyles down this country’s throat. I know that that is a very strong statement but I feel like it is no longer the “Land of the Free”, or the “Home of the Brave”. I think it is the Land of the Free Woman and the Home of the Feminist.
I was thirteen years old and heading in for my first experience with the well known photography company Glamour Shots. My mom and I were on a special girls trip to Dallas, Texas to celebrate my birthday. Obviously getting my hair highlighted, nails manicured and pictures taken was a must for this girly girl.
I loved every minute of the Glamour Shot experience. The makeup. The hair. The clothes. The looking at pictures. The compliments. I felt beautiful and accepted.
Katherine Hudson was a normal girl living in California… She grew up in a Christian home with her little brother and older sister. Her dad was a pastor and her mother was involved in the ministry as well. Katherine loved music. She loved singing and she loved hearing new music-especially secular music which was not allowed in her home. Katherine knew that when she grew up she wanted to be a singer. She planned on it her whole life growing up.
When Katherine was 13 her parents gave her a guitar. She practiced as much as she could until she was really good. Something happened within the next 5 years of her life. Katherine began sneaking secular music into her room. She broke her parents rules. The more sneaking she did the more she slipped into a secular lifestyle.
It’s not fair. Three little words that sparked the feminist movement. Women didn’t think it was fair that men were treated more importantly than women. They thought they were viewed with lesser value than the men and it wasn’t fair. In some aspects this was true and in some cultures today women are treated with little to no respect. But in my personal opinion I think America has become infested..