Kate Spade Hope
I was chewing on my own faith this past week and getting stuck on some of Jesus’ words like dry bread in the back of my throat. It was a particularly hard tenet to swallow:
I was chewing on my own faith this past week and getting stuck on some of Jesus’ words like dry bread in the back of my throat. It was a particularly hard tenet to swallow:
Forgiveness can be a tough nut to crack. It is something that needs to be processed on a deep personal level and, oftentimes, revisited. It’s a sacred act within. So, if you are struggling with forgiveness, you’re not alone.
I’ve waited for a marriage to fall through or be reborn. I’ve waited for pregnancies to end in the dark too soon or come to full fruition in soft whimpers and fresh cries. I’ve waited for business opportunities to flow into my hands or fold
Envy lies as dormant desire buried alive. Nothing buried alive is beautiful. In her book Escaping into the Open: The Art of Writing True, Elizabeth Berg describes envy as “the cockroaches of the soul”.
Sometimes bravery doesn't wear heavy armor and swing a sharp sword. Sometimes it’s more simple and subtle than that. Sometimes bravery is resting from all we are doing to promote ourselves, pad our self-worth, and calm our eating anxieties.
I believe there are some uncommon, often uncelebrated forms of bravery. These subtle forms of bravery do not get enough recognition, but they certainly have a quiet way of weaving honor back into our own chests while they also extending respect into the hearts of
I’ve seen women too timid to speak up and raise a hand that they are drowning under years of broken boundaries and layers of heavy waters.
I know average women who can walk into a room and fill it with the sunshine of their beaming and generous smile, winning and warming the hearts of men and women alike. I've also seen beautiful women enter a room and chill it almost as
Anger, at its best, is a controlled burn. Farmers use controlled burns as a powerful tool to rid their land of invasive weeds and the clearing of cluttered, useless underbrush. Burn, baby burn.
Allowing ourselves to be beautiful has a lot to do with becoming comfortable being seen and not afraid of judgement. For many years, being seen has elicited fear within me; fear of judgement, of being mocked, and then crushed. But look at the flowers. No