I brought this big fella out of storage and into the nook where I do yoga a little bit ago. It's a shitty mat job (I did it myself years ago without the proper equipment - it's sad) but I love him. I called him 'the bone daddy' after Jack Skellington form The Nightmare Before… Continue reading beautiful things.
Category: worth
you see me. | a poem.
Sweet and scared, You see me. You recognize me. I don't intimidate you with my needs. You don't turn away from my pain. You embrace me. You look at me and you see me. You see all of me. And because you do, it's not just imperfections you see. You bring out my beauty. Your… Continue reading you see me. | a poem.
living in a bubble, Facebook drama, and white privilege.
Just a heads up, this post doesn't have a lot to do with my faith walk, but I really believe it has a lot to do with my growth as a person and this sort of enlightenment journey I'm on. (Don't freak out if that sounds super Buddhist or Hindi to you. I'm not testing… Continue reading living in a bubble, Facebook drama, and white privilege.
okay, so sometimes I suck at being a blogger.
Guys. I was so excited to start a new blog (which I did - and it's whatever, but I've decided that samfindsfaith.com is my blogging home and I'm back here now) and rant all the time about my messed up imperfect life, and I suck at that too! One post in, and its already like… Continue reading okay, so sometimes I suck at being a blogger.
little less than Angels.
***originally written for Something Beautiful Minitstries on March 31, 2014*** “You are little less than angels, crown of creation, image of God.” -Edward Farrell Woman, did you know that you have been created as little less than an angel? Sister, did you know that you sit at the crown of all creation? Beloved, did you know… Continue reading little less than Angels.
“a helper suitable for him”: are wives really just “the help?”
***originally written for Something Beautiful Ministries, published on April 30, 2014*** Girls, I wanna talk about something a little scandalous today, something that I am learning a lot about STILL, as a wife and a woman made in the image or God. I want to talk about gender roles. This is hotly debated, in and… Continue reading “a helper suitable for him”: are wives really just “the help?”
the funny story about how Jesus used a Post-It (and an event I coordinated) to remind me He loves me.
***oringinally written for Something Beautiful Ministries*** Okay, so those awkward moments when Jesus uses your own ministry to speak to you, right? So about a year ago, I was really, REALLY struggling with my own body image and guilt, and I had been so blessed to be surrounded by the wonderful ladies that had come… Continue reading the funny story about how Jesus used a Post-It (and an event I coordinated) to remind me He loves me.
this is what the feminist movement got me | a totally non-PC assessment
If you enjoy my rant posts, then you’ll like this one I think. But I’ll just say it now, before I get any comments: I know this is absolutely NOT politically correct and I’m quite alright with that. It’s actually quite intentional; not to provoke anything, but because I really don’t want to conform to… Continue reading this is what the feminist movement got me | a totally non-PC assessment
here comes the bride…
"Wives, submit yourselves to your own husbands as you do to the Lord. For the husband is the head of the wife as Christ is the head of the church, his body, of which he is the Savior. Now as the church submits to Christ, so also wives should submit to their husbands in everything.… Continue reading here comes the bride…
it’s too much pain to have to bear to love a man you have to share | an open letter to the other woman
It’s not often that I like to talk about this time in my past, and not because I’m ashamed anymore, but because it hurts. Remembering the pain that I felt back then and the damage that it did to me is almost unbearable, and without my Savior’s love and comfort, I don’t know that I… Continue reading it’s too much pain to have to bear to love a man you have to share | an open letter to the other woman