I’m Not an Anxious Person (and Neither Are You!)

"I'm a really anxious gal," I so quickly admit to any trusted friend or even a soul I barely know. I slap "WARNING: Worried" stickers on my chest with a hearty thump. It's both an apology and a believed identity offered alongside all the other facts that make me, me: "Hi! I'm a college student. I [...]

Bare With Me

I tend to fall into believing that I am held to a higher standard than everyone else in the Kingdom. Satan is sneaky and tells me there's grace for all except me. And in times when I'm believing his lies, my lifestyle clearly shifts. I become much less vulnerable with the people I love. I don't talk about my [...]