Last week, I had a revelation about work. Rather, I was reminded why we work and why we as Christians are called to work. One of God’s greatest callings to work is being a Mother—and I believe I have the greatest one.
The mood outside today matched mine—dark, rainy, and cloudy.
I am not perfect—I still spend too much money on clothes, but shifting my perspective about budgeting, money, and saving, as a means to help others rather than myself, has helped me become more financially responsible.
If you ask God to use you—prepare to be BOLD. It was during my internship where I learned how to be BOLD in my faith, find comfort in being outside of my comfort zone, and make horrible, awful mistakes, but BOLDLY wake up the next day and try again with no fear.
To my fellow readers, friends, and family who experience this too, I want to tell you tonight: your anxiety, depression, and PTSD does not define you. Mental illness does not define you and mental illness is no different than physical illness. God hears your SOS and he will help you overcome again, again, and again.
Do what you want. Say what you want. These mountains and valleys inspire me. That’s all the words I have for you.
To Congresswoman Ocasio-Cortez and America, from Katie Farris, a female, conservative, millennial:
Congratulations. You are the youngest woman to serve in Congress in the HISTORY of the United States of America. You are making HISTORY and you should be so proud—I am proud of you. I know you are proud of yourself because you’re a strong woman, but seeing people demean you and your name since the day you announced your candidacy, I know must be hard.
Women are so special in God’s grand design. As a young twenty-something woman working in the professional world, I’ve failed, succeeded, failed again, again, and again. In my short time working in the professional world, I’ve learned a lot.
As we’re all recapping the highlights of 2018, I want to take a moment to recap a few highlights, but also a few low times. Through it all, the ups and downs, there wasn’t a day where Jesus wasn’t by my side.
For better, or worse…
When Mason and I got married, I never imagined that one of the moments of our marriage I would remember forever would be me in an upper body brace, him trying to put my hair in a ponytail and bathe me at the age of 24.