2 corinthians

running the race…

I remember how I felt so vividly: the rush of adrenaline, the sweaty palms, the nervous stomach. On track meet days in high school, I was a wreck. The whole day. In the hours leading up to the event, before I even put on my uniform, my heart would start to beat faster in anticipation…

why my biggest challenge was also my greatest blessing…

This picture doesn’t tell the real story. It looks like my life was beautiful and happy. The truth is that a year ago, I was at rock bottom. I was battling postpartum depression and my 11 month old was battling colic…and we were both losing. Because of his around-the-clock fussiness, I rarely ventured out and…