“The park closes in ten minutes,” the loudspeaker boomed. We’d ridden everything we wanted except for one last rollercoaster. With a knowing nod, my son and I started the gauntlet from one end of the park to the other. “Follow me, I know the way!” I yelled as I strategically zig-zagged through the crowd, my bag bouncing upon my back. Sweat dripping from our foreheads and gasping for breath, we reached our destination with only a couple of minutes to spare.
S3E4 Podcast Show Notes Featuring Heather Creekmore
Ever wonder why it’s so easy to compare ourselves to others? Or, why is it so difficult to stop? In an era of carefully curated social media images, non-stop selfies, and channels devoted to perfecting everything from your home to your dinner plate, comparison consumes us! And always chasing better becomes a burden! It weighs down our souls and prevents us from experiencing satisfaction or rest. Heather Creekmore is on the show today sharing her personal battle with weight, appearance, and comparison. Tune in to lift the weight of your burden of better and comparison.
The Love Offering Blog Series: How Do We Offer Ourselves as Living Sacrifices? By Laura Bailey
The blank sheet of paper taunted me as I walked into the classroom and took my seat. Begrudgingly, I listened as the teacher instructed, “Open your Bibles to Romans 12:1 and take a few minutes to meditate on this verse. Then, rewrite it in your own words.” Is it too late to see if the nursery needs an extra pair of hands?
Would You Rather Be Holy Or Look Holy?
I could hardly contain my excitement. My first article for a large online publication had just been released, and I couldn’t wait to see my words in all their pixel glory. With one click of the mouse, my elation quickly turned to disappointment. My piece was published, but my name was not.
When You Feel Overwhelmed
I fight back the tears because I should be able to handle all of this. And yet the weight of the responsibilities and the number of items on my to-do list threaten to claim my sanity. Guilt follows the tears because I accepted all of these roles, after all. Most of them I chose and most of them bring me joy. But the sum of them equal pressure that can sometimes be too much.