I am on a quest, a soul searching heart wrenching, passion filled quest. I am tired of feeling hopeless, insecure, and afraid. I don’t want to feel broken or imprisoned. I am ready to search my soul and find JOY, HOPE and HEALING and I am ready to become FEARLESS.
The problem is I don’t know how… I know I am searching, I am yearning, I want to be amazing. They way I am beginning to become these thing’s is by learning from the amazing woman God has given wisdom to. I hope that you can gleen some Wisdom, Choose Joy. Hopefully feel totally restored and ready for Healing and then at the end of it all become Fearless.
Find out how I learning to become Fearless on this amazing Personal blog
We are in the fight of our lives ladies. The enemy hates us and would like nothing more than for us to lived caged, confined, and imprisoned in our fear and insecurities. We just cannot be ok with it anymore. We were created strong, beautiful, confident, brave, fun…
…Everyday I have a choice: I can let these things bring me down…. Or I can Choose Joy and just be thankful that I am hear.
Hope is the beautiful little seed that must be planted to grow anything and everything that we could ever yearn for in this life. Everything starts in our hearts and minds as an idea…..and the next big step is HOPE….hope that it is possible…
Find out how I am healing myself… becoming beautiful and using my broken pieces on this personal blog.
….healing comes in layers for me. and just when i feel that my heart has been healed from the broken places, everything cracks wide open and the healing goes to a completely different layer. a layer in my heart that i didn’t even know was there before.
Thank you to the amazing, fearless, hope-filled, full of Joy woman who are helping me heal my spirit.
Lindsey, Lu and Heather from Fearless Experiment, Melody and Kathy from Brave Girls club, Wendy from A girl and her brush and Ashely at Lil Blue boo
I cant wait to watch you learn how wonderful you are! I hope and pray that someday soon you can see yourself the way others see you!
Rach, you amaze me! You have already become such a wonderful woman and I know that you are on a journey to new heights! Thanks for all the links to these other inspiring women also!
Only what I can do is to cry with you.
Did you happen to read Chapter 12 of Magician’s Nephew?
The boy’s mom is very sick, and he is trying to ask Aslan for help.
“”Yes,” said Digory. He had had for a second some wild idea of saying “I’ll try to help you if you’ll promise to help my Mother,” but he realized in time that the Lion was not at all the sort of person one could try to make bargains with. But when he had said “Yes,” he thought of his Mother, and he thought of the great hopes he had had, and how they were all dying away, and a lump came in his throat and tears in his eyes, and he blurted out:
“But please, please – won’t you – can’t you give me something that will cure Mother?” Up till then he had been looking at the Lion’s great feet and the huge claws on them; now, in his despair, he looked up at its face. What he saw surprised him as much as anything in his whole life. For the tawny face was bent down near his own and (wonder of wonders) great shining tears stood in the Lion’s eyes. They were such big, bright tears compared with Digory’s own that for a moment he felt as if the Lion must really be sorrier about his Mother than he was himself.
“My son, my son,” said Aslan. “I know. Grief is great. Only you and I in this land know that yet. Let us be good to one another.”