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Why Body Positivity Isn’t the Answer by Brittany Braswell
Have you ever had those days when the mirror seems to be taunting you? Reflective surfaces pop up everywhere, and when you find one, you feel the need to check your hair and make sure it doesn’t look like a hot mess, or to see if that red spot is showing through your concealer. Or perhaps, it’s your body… “Does this shirt make my stomach look smaller? How does my butt look in these pants?”
Loving When It’s Hard by Jana Fraley
I got off the phone and felt as if there was a fist around my heart, squeezing its lifeblood. The hurt and discouragement were so palpable, making every breath painful. Finally, I understood why it’s called “heartache” because the pain was not just emotional, it was an actual ache in my chest, a hurt that made me weep from a place deep inside.
Humble Hearts Choose Justice and Kindness by Jessica Haberman
My kids are at an age where they are getting into squabbles with each other. Sometimes it is a big blatant transgression with a clear right and wrong. More often than not though, it’s a cycle of grievances perpetuated back and forth. Frequent complaints are name-calling and various degrees of “she’s touching me.” Another common theme is hoarding and stealing. They both love to stockpile things like special rocks or playing cards, whatever the current 4 and 5 year treasure is of the day. Then the hiding place gets discovered. The loot gets stolen to be re-hidden and we start over again. Neither child is innocent. It’s usually unclear how it started but it continues on, measure for measure until both are crying and upset. Open-mouth wailing. Breath-holding. Foot stomping.
Reflecting God’s Heart Toward Our Enemies by Sheila Daniel
Sometimes I wonder how well others see Jesus in me. When I’m going about my day, can they tell I’ve been with Him? Do they see Him in my smile? Do they hear Him in my tone? Is His presence recognizable in the choices I make, in the comments I leave, in the relationships I cultivate?
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