Your Worth Does Not Come From Your Body

Your Worth Does Not Come From Your Body

by | Jul 23, 2018 | Christian Living, Daily Encouragement, Discover Truth, Eating Disorders, Embrace Freedom, Find Hope, Renewing the Mind, Steps to Freedom, True Identity

By Kelsey Klepper We are living in a culture that is saturated in the idea that our worth is determined by our bodies. It repeatedly tells us that we cannot fully live until we have a smaller waist and thighs, toned arms, flawless skin, etc. I’m here to tell you,...
How Do You Speak to Yourself?

How Do You Speak to Yourself?

by | Jun 25, 2018 | Body Image, Christian Living, Daily Encouragement, Discover Truth, Embrace Freedom, Grace, Relationships, Renewing the Mind, Spiritual Growth, Spiritual Warfare, Steps to Freedom, True Identity

By Kelsey Klepper It seems to be so much easier for me to be kind to others and to show more compassion towards complete strangers than to myself. Okay, except maybe when my toddler has been pushing me all day, then it’s difficult for me to consistently find my...
It’s Worth the Effort

It’s Worth the Effort

by | Apr 25, 2018 | Christian Living, Daily Encouragement, Discover Truth, Eating Disorders, Embrace Freedom, Find Hope, Relationship with God, Renewing the Mind, Rhonda's Continuing Journey, Spiritual Growth, Steps to Freedom, Stories of Recovery, True Identity

By Rhonda Stinson Clink. As I reached into my coat pocket for the car keys a penny fell to the ground. Instead of picking it up, I continued walking to my destination. It was just a puny little penny. Not even worth the effort it takes to bend over and pick it...
Shake Off Shame (Part 2)

Shake Off Shame (Part 2)

by | Apr 16, 2018 | Body Image, Daily Encouragement, Discover Truth, Eating Disorders, Embrace Freedom, Find Hope, Forgiveness, Grace, Hope, Overcoming Depression, Relationship with God, Renewing the Mind, Spiritual Warfare, Steps to Freedom, Stories of Recovery, True Identity

By Kimberly Davidson My senior year was coming to a close. In our sorority, the junior class had a tradition of roasting the senior class with a “special gift.” I feared what toxic tribute waited for me. My gift was a box of laxatives. Mortified, my face turned...