Anxious No More {Habit 3: Silence the Harpies}

Anxious No More {Habit 3: Silence the Harpies}

{Caveat lector: This post is long. Do not proceed if you are in a hurry.} I was 13 years old when I let the harpies in. I didn’t even know I was doing it. I couldn’t know how much damage I was wreaking on myself by opening the door to these shrieking uglies. Of...

Hope Rose

Late in Lent I planted roses. Back in the dead of winter, when I was curled up on the sofa under a plaid wool blanket with a fire in the fireplace and the most beautiful flower catalog in the world on my lap, visions of floral loveliness danced before my eyes, and it...
Anxious No More {Habit 6: Say Thank You}

Anxious No More {Habit 6: Say Thank You}

In the midst of an overly full October—birthdays, a trip to see my parents, a church play, and a few other things on top of all the usual fullness of life with four children—one afternoon stands out. It was the Thursday before the play, in which both I and my kids...
Anxious No More {Habit 5: Lift Up Your Head}

Anxious No More {Habit 5: Lift Up Your Head}

“Thou, O Lord, art a shield about me. Thou art my glory and the lifter of my head.” –Psalm 3:3 It was the beginning of my first school year teaching all four of my children at home, and we were still working out the various hiccups in our schedule. My twins...
Anxious No More {Habit 4: Lash Yourself to the Mast}

Anxious No More {Habit 4: Lash Yourself to the Mast}

We were late for library story time. Again. We were always late. For everything. As I pulled into the parking garage—it was almost always full at story time—I started praying for a parking spot. And God heard my cry and listened to my supplication. There was one spot...

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