Hope In The Middle Of The Mess.

I looked out of the window as the plane began its descent into Glasgow, Scotland. Green fields, Granny Smith apple green, as if they had been freshly painted that morning. And the sheep. I love sheep and in Scotland we…

I Used To Push My Feelings To The Basement. No More.

“Don’t be concerned about the outward beauty of fancy hairstyles, expensive jewelry, or beautiful clothes. You should clothe yourselves instead with the beauty that comes from within, the unfading beauty of a gentle and quiet spirit, which is so precious…

Don’t Hide Your Scars.

There was nothing unusual about the way that day began.  But I was about to ask an arena full of women the unthinkable question. I was headed to the airport and then to speak at a women’s conference.  I was…

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