Preacher’s Wife Teaching Life

If you're breathing then I imagine you struggle with or have struggled with one or more of the following: -worry -stress -fear -rejection -self loathing -feeling of inadequacy -self blame The list goes on, but those are just of few of the most common feelings that people have, sometimes on a daily basis. I know these feelings creep up on me more often than I'd like. When I start to feel any of the above, I remind myself that these feelings are NOT feelings from God. They are evil thoughts creeping their way into my mind and I refuse to agree with them. If I agree with these lies, then I'm denying that my Father is the King. On Sunday, my husband started doubting himself and he wanted me to make him feel better. I realized almost immediately that he was being attacked by lies not from God (I wish I could say I do this every time lies creep up, but I don't...this was divine intervention). Instead of trying to think of positive, uplifting, and encouraging thin

This post is actually inspired by and part of it has been stolen from my sister Jennifer. I am the last of 4 children in my family. I am 10 years younger than the oldest and almost 5 years younger than the 3rd child, Jennifer. My siblings and I always joke about how I was the "accident", the "hiccup", the "mistake" of the family but they only get away with not hurting my feelings because I know this is not true. Well, being an "accident" is technically true but I know I am not viewed as an "accident"; I'm viewed as a precious gift. A pleasant surprise. At my dad's birthday party this year, my family was reminiscing on good times at a summer camp. My parents were trying to remember how many kids they had at the time and came to the conclusion they only had 3. Somehow we got around to joking about me being the afterthought that wasn't alive or thought about yet. For a tiny split second the joking stings but then I remember