Anxiety is something we struggle with, even as Christian women.
In a previous blog post I told the story of the magnitude 7.0 earthquake that shook Alaska (and to some extent, my faith) last November. As I write this, I have the benefit of hindsight. Our home hasn’t been repaired yet, but we are in the process of securing a long-term disaster loan that was…
I’ve always been drawn to science, particularly physiology and how God designed our bodies to work. I was the weird kid who loved dissections in school, and who had no problem discussing my vet clinic work experiences in graphic detail at the dinner table (to my mother’s shock and horror – and maybe mild amusement).
Do you struggle with anxiety? Sherry does. It’s not that she struggles with feeling anxiety. It’s that she struggles with giving into it and letting it run amuck…
It seems like most of my posts here at Candidly Christian begin with a confession. Today’s is this: I struggle with fear and chronic worry. By the grace of God, I’m beginning to recognize fear for what it is. And more importantly, I’m taking action, because I know that God has intended for me to…
I remember driving through the mountains with my husband in the middle of a blizzard. Okay, it wasn’t really a blizzard, and I wasn’t really driving, but it sure seemed like a blizzard from where I sat in the passenger seat. It was snowing hard and the wind was blowing it across the mountain road….
Last year, for me, feels marked by a medical timeline. There was the jumping through hoops to get insurance pre-authorization, the planning and making reservations to be out of town for a length of time, and the monitoring of the medical bills—what insurance would and would not cover. Throughout the months, I reminded myself to…
Job 17:15 “Where then is my hope – who can see any hope for me?” Sitting on the cold concrete porch, my heart pounded within my chest over my new reality. I wasn’t enough. I wasn’t enough. Those words resounded within my head so loudly I wondered if everyone around me could hear them. Were…
Written by Kelly Balarie My son and I drove over a bridge we’d driven over a hundred and one times. It happened to be dark. Very dark. Son, let me ask you a question, “How do you know that water is still there?” He said, “Well Mommy, I know it is there because it’s just how…
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