Sometimes self-care looks like unplugging from the virtual world a bit and being fully present in what is going on around you. Last weekend was a bit crazy for me in more ways than one and it was a weekend with many emotions at the same times for different reasons. Typically MLK weekend is when
Happy Sunday! I don’t know about you but Sunday is the day I typically use to prepare myself for the next week. I try and meal prep, plan my workouts and any other things that may occur in the week ahead. In the midst of that, I try and also make time for self-care. Some
One thing I have learned over the years working in mental health and in social work is that self-care is hard. It is hard to be kind to yourself, and yet so easy to tell others that they need to do this. Maybe it’s just me. I typically start the new year with this intention
Growing up I remember always going to Christmas Eve service. It was one of our traditions. At Christmas Eve service the final candle was lit in the wreath. The final candle is the Christ candle. This candle was lit in celebration that Christ has come. The final candle was the white candle in the middle.
“Greater love has no one than this: to lay down one’s life for one’s friends.” John 15:13 NIV Today is the fourth Sunday of Advent. The focus of week 4 is love. Love. Love is a word thrown around for all sorts of things. We use it to mean all sorts of levels of things.
Well if your year has been even remotely close to mine, thinking about having joy may seem like an impossibility. With COVID restrictions the things that typically bring joy this time of year are on hold. We are social distancing, wearing masks, events are cancelled. This season is typically when families gather together. Where we
I don’t know about you but right now some peace would be nice. All around we hear people arguing and fighting. We have constant changes in what we can or cannot do based on decisions of others and it may seem like a whirlwind of chaos all around us. Yet, in the midst of this,
Tradition. Traditions at times hold us hostage to the things we have always known and keep us from experiencing new things. However traditions are also something that can ground us to our roots and what matters most, especially in difficult times. For me growing up there was something special about Advent, we would light the
“Make new friends but keep the old, one is silver and the other is gold. A circle is round it has no end that’s how long I want to be your friend.” Growing up I was a Girl Scout and the above song was sang for all sorts of reasons… typically when we were ending
Sometimes I wonder, about how God moves, and then He shows up in a way that only He could. Back in August, I applied for a number of jobs in the prison system. You know seeing who had opening and what would shake loose from there. I have 3 interviews within the first 2 weeks