When I found out I was pregnant, I was ecstatic, however the realization that I didn’t know “how” to be a mother slowly set in.
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“It was an ordinary moment on a mundane day when I realized that the darkness was back. I’d run into a friend who works at my doctor’s office, and as she checked me out, she asked how I was doing. I wanted to simply say, ‘Fine,’ but I couldn’t keep the tears from filling my eyes….”
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"At 16-years-old, I was raped by a boy who decided that he could determine my worth. For two and a half years, I plunged into a deep darkness. ...I was ashamed and I remember wondering how the Lord could possibly love me like this…”
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For as long as I can remember, I’ve wanted to be less Asian. Less foreign. Less other. So, I hid. I hid any trace of culture. My senior year of high school, I realized that I hid and ignored my ethnicity so well, that I forgot I was even intentionally hiding it. It became a way of life.
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“My mom worked as a banker in Mexico, and we lived a stable life, along with the help and support from family members. Throughout the years, my mom experienced a lot of fear and trauma... Her last experience where she got held at gunpoint, was the last straw…”
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“I loved my faith then, and I love it now. I love Truth. But I struggled to reconcile my boldness with the quiet, docile picture of Mary that every song at church seemed to paint. I thought that’s all the Church envisioned for women.”
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"With each successive birth however, I struggled to bond with my babies, and I winced at the barrage of opinions coming from social media, 'experts,' and many well-meaning family and friends."
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“I would like to share with you, a story of hardship that started when I was a young child, and I have lived with my entire life. In fact, it is a struggle I am dealing with today. It is something I have come to embrace and accept. It's also a challenge and responsibility I have been given to help others who may face isolation, exclusion or loneliness. My hope is that it will inspire you not to give up during the toughest times in your life…”
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"But before she becomes a wife and mother, friend and sister, she is first a daughter... Everything she does stems from the truth that she is a daughter unconditionally loved and utterly delighted in."
“We all have different paths that lead us to God, don’t we? At the end of our earthly lives all of us will hopefully be able to look back and say, ‘Ah, so that’s why I went through that.’ For me that path has been depression.”
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I grew up believing I was born to be a Mother. It was not a question or a wonder; it was something I was certain of. But the things I arrive at 46 years old, both with and without, surprising me.
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It’s easy to receive and believe this false idea of what beauty is. But with a camera in hand, I’ve learned that God doesn’t make mistakes.
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Dear Sisters, for most of my life I didn’t feel very feminine. I wouldn’t consider myself pretty; I’m not graceful or delicate; I’ve never been very interested in makeup or clothes.
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Dear Sister, 'There’s nothing wrong with you. You are God’s beloved daughter.' The words hit me like a brick in my chest. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.
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Dear Sisters, vulnerability is something that has been on my heart and something I have struggled with for years, as I’m sure so many of you struggle with as well.
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Dearest Sisters in Christ, have you ever had one of those desperate cries to God? The type of desperate (literal) cry where you don’t even know what to say, you’re just pleading to feel something… hear something back from him.
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"To my sisters, carry a light, and bring along the oil, for you know not how long you will wait for Him. A mother, a wife, and a woman who has stood trembling at death’s door..."
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"Dear sweet sisters, We are this, because of that. Sometimes when life sucker punches us, we lament about the suffering and the pain and the loss..."
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"My name is Chelsea, I am 30 years old, mother to three little girls. As I write this I am watching my oldest play on the porch. It's a warm, spring day. She's singing and playing with sticks in the sunshine. It's a beautiful moment..."
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