It's no longer the New Year. It's just The Current Year. The sparkle of December thirty first has worn off and many people have started new life adventures. Inevitably, a sea of people are also moping around feeling guilty for failing their New Year resolution already.
So, you want to make this year count?
January is the perfect time to start fresh for the New Year. You can start over at any time, but there’s something exciting about the prospect of achieving a clean slate for an entire year. If you want to make this a year of freedom, here are some vital tools you need to put in place for the journey.
I have three clear memories of The Accident. One, was the never-ending-slow-motion-but-shockingly-unexpected impact. The sound of metal on metal, of my screaming, feeling the car rock back and forth and shrinking around me. My second memory was smiling at the trauma teddies looking down on me from the ambulance roof.
Life would be so much easier if there were a big ole ‘recover from porn and masturbation addiction’ button lying around, wouldn’t it? I know given the chance, many of us would hit that baby so hard it would crush under our enthusiasm. Or maybe frustration is a better word…
But alas, if it exists, it remains a mystery! That’s what brings you here. But, I bring good news, my friend! There is in fact, a big, red button! …It just looks a little different than you may have imagined.
Instead of slamming down on a shiny hunk of plastic, all you’ve got to do is be a STARR.
“Can I be a good partner despite struggling with porn?”
In a recent survey compiled by The Grace Spot, this questions surfaced repeatedly. Men and women are anxious to know they can still be adequate partners despite struggling with porn.
The question came from former users and those still recovering.
The simple answer is, YES!
What's the biggest lie you've ever told?
Mine would have to be the mysterious and elusive 'Marty'.
You know what I'm sick of?
I'm sick and tired of women's body hair being called 'A Problem', 'An Issue' and 'Embarrassing'.
There is no need to explain the cultural epidemic gripping women around the world today: Body shame.
Taking back appreciation of our bodies is a matter of urgency.
A friend recently asked me 'How do we know God likes us?'
It caught me off guard. Perhaps we are more comfortable as Christians dealing with the abstract, distant attributes of God, like whether He’s into predestination, or if He could make a burrito so hot that even He couldn’t eat it.
But the simple question ‘does He like me…?’ sinks deep into our needy hearts, and demands an answer.
Christian women feel a disproportionate level of shame over one particular topic. Can you guess which one?
I’ll give you a hint: It starts with “M” and rhymes with ‘mastication’.
It’s the awkward, no-go, no-talk zone of femininity. It actually even feels more taboo than the porn talk! Yet so many women are…