Reading my old journals is hilarious. And terrible. Especially my journals from middle school and high school. And college. So basically most of them. I open them as if I’m peeking into a cage holding a wild animal- slowly, holding the journal at a distance, one eye open, as if I’m afraid the anxiety might jump off of the page and attack me. The paper is absolutely dripping with worry and restlessness. Those of you who know me well know that attaining peace in my mind is something that I struggle with from time to time. The Lord did so much to bring healing in that area of my life…

I don’t know if you know this or not, but Pinterest is a dark, scary place. I hadn’t spent much time there, but as preparation for a women’s retreat I’m speaking at later this month I wanted to do a little research on the negative messages women are fed, sometimes by ourselves and other women around us. So I dove into pinterest to see what kinds of lessons I could learn in the “Health and Fitness” section. What I found was kind of horrifying. For starters, as one of my sisters put it, “so many butts.” Pictures of butts everywhere. Goodness. I don’t even own a full length mirror, so…