rebelling against low expectations
Countless people struggle with depression and anxiety—including Christians. What is a healthy and biblical response to these real struggles? What does the Bible say about these topics? Sara and Tabitha dive deep into what depression and anxiety really are, how to have a balanced and biblical approach, and share both spiritual and physical responses that can help free you from the grip of...
I’ve grappled with anxiety for about seven years now. The root of this stressful struggle was triggered by traumatic life circumstances. At times it depletes and drains my soul of all strength. I’m beyond grateful that I reached out for help four years ago, saw a licensed counselor, and sought other avenues of healing. I remember the car ride to my first counseling appointment—I was...
There is a plague sweeping our culture today. A plague that brings thousands to their knees. It’s taking hold of more teens and young adults than we know, and it is devastating. If you don’t suffer from it, you may not see it as a plague at all, but it is. And it has a name: Anxiety. I assure you, you know people who battle it every day. Some of you may say, “Everyone feels anxious sometimes...
I sat on the stump of an old apple tree. The sweet smell of blackberry cane mingled with the salty scent of the sea. The foggy curtain unfurled to reveal the bay; so calm and smooth I could see every detail of every tree and ray of light reflected on the water’s crystal surface. The birds welcomed the dawn’s golden light. All was peaceful. I feel so blessed to call this my home. I breathed in...
Sometimes we go through seasons when doing hard things is invisible to those around us—it’s inward. Perhaps it looks bleak, even. Like a winter with cold, hard ground where growth seems impossible. Yet, gradually, spring comes and earth softens and seeds take root. Growth happens underneath the ground—buried and invisible to the naked eye. I’ve found this to be true because my life hasn’t...
Suddenly, I was wide awake. I stared at my bedroom clock. 1:30 AM. Again?! I had fallen asleep just two hours ago, and now I was wide awake. Was my body playing a cruel joke on me? I lay awake for hours, finally dozing off for a little bit before I had to get up at 6 am to get ready for work. As I dragged myself through my day, I desperately hoped that my struggle with insomnia would end soon...
rebelling against low expectations
