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How Extreme Feminism is Affecting Me


I’m struggling to get this blog post written articulately without getting over emotional. It’s dealing with a topic that has had me boiling mad for the last six months, and it’s not getting any better. I’ll do the best I can with what I’ve got. The rise of extreme feminism in our culture today and how it’s affecting me as…

Jesus is Our Son’s Eternity


Tonight was one of those off nights where I get home at six o’clock in the evening only to throw a pre-made dinner in the oven to cook…for an hour. Whenever I have these nights, it feels like the whole day is just out of sorts as we dive into our dinner at seven o’clock, and we’re used to eating…

Fear is a Jerk


Since being home from our annual beach vacation, fear has been a huge jerk. It’s been preying upon my days like a flock of vultures circling our home waiting for something to plop dead so they can swoop in for a little dinner. I loathe fear, yet it appears to desire to hang around like it’s my best friend. I…

The Art of Courage


Hey everyone, I’m Marni. A grateful believer in Jesus who struggles with codependency, dependency and anxiety. I start my posts off like this now, because through my recovery process the past 6 years, I’ve learned this gives me an accountability to focus on my victories, strength and hope all the while encountering moments of complete and utter weakness. And the…

Good Enough is Good


Comparison. When I say this word…I honestly shudder inside. Within the scope of science, it is a very useful word; but within the scope of human relationships, it’s toxic. I’m healing from allowing this word to poison my mind. It’s a seductive poison that sneaks in undetected, as it disguises itself as “research” – especially with the personality types that…

We Are Good Enough


Today is Memorial Day. A million and one people will probably be blogging about this day today for a multitude of reasons…mostly to remember those who have fallen in our military, and their families that remain. I myself cannot blog such words, because I haven’t yet met anyone personally who has endured such tragedy. Nevertheless, it breaks my heart just…

Bandwagons and Jesus


One word has been on  my mind for the last two weeks: bandwagon. I remember hearing it when I was really young, and I couldn’t understand what this word meant. The only image that came to mind was a big brass parade-style band on a big wagon that was being pulled by horses. The reality, however, is slightly different from…