What is this feeling in my chest? I recognize the tension of comparison that is sneaking in and stealing my joy. It leads me to envy almost every time I choose to compare. The enemy has been beating me here in this space where comparison becomes something more sinister and wants to hang around my heart. I don’t want to let him beat me anymore. I keep falling into this trap, and I have got to learn to fight back. The comparison trick that Satan traps us with, especially women,

What am I willing to die for? What can I daily die to?

I'm rebranding overwhelmed to overflowing. I'm using recognition and gratitude as my tools.

The meaning of this Latin phrase may surprise you. I saw it on the back of a truck while waiting in the pick up line, I noticed it on the...