A lot of times, especially as women, we’re told, “Marry or find someone who completes you.” So we grow up with this idea that we should look for our soul mate, or someone to make us happy and feel complete. When we think about it in that aspect, or in that manner, it implies that we’re not whole. It implies that we’re half of a person. And it causes us to feel that in order to be happy or to be seen as whole we have to connect with this “soul mate” to find happiness.
The holiday seasons are upon us and for many it can be stressful and not a joyous occasion. In the US, Anxiety Disorders affect approximately 40 million adults between the ages of 18 to 54 (National Institute of Mental Health, 2017) and in the UK surveys indicate that approximately 3 million people suffer with anxiety disorder (AnxietyUK.org). Here are three ways to overcome anxiety.
For many of us, we believe the teenage years to be the home stretch, the time where we start envisioning ourselves relaxing on a beach somewhere sipping some delicious beverage and enjoying some much needed and well deserved adult time. Okay, maybe that’s not everyone’s dream… maybe it’s just mine…but we all have an idea of how we will reward ourselves once the kids are finally out of the house. Now before we hit those white sands and cerulean waters, we have to make it through these sneaky… I mean, teenage years. So here are my Top 3 Things That Make Raising A Teenager Challenging.
I’m not really an emotional person but, these last few weeks have been kind of rough for me. After today my first-born is headed to high school and I’m a nervous wreck. Last night he came to me and said, “Mom, after tomorrow I won’t be your little boy anymore.” I instantly got choked up…
It took years for me to realize that God never turned his back on me throughout my ordeal, but was in fact there with me all along. It was him who nudged me and gave me that little burst of strength (I passed out and was blocking the door) to move my body so that the firemen and EMS could reach in and drag me off the bathroom floor. It was God, who whispered in my mom’s ear as I was being rushed back to the operating room that I would live and not die.
For years I harbored anger, bitterness and resentment for my circumstances, but through praying and fasting God gave me a revelation. My pain wasn’t in vain and my journey was made harder by my reaction to the situation. Instead of glorying in the fact that I was still here, still present on this earth I became upset and complained that I had to endure this walk alone.
Through an almost tragic situation, God turned things around and showed that he’s still a miracle worker. It humbles me every time I think about how fragile life really is.