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Meet Amanda Terry: Texas Strong Woman of the Month

This month’s Texas Strong Woman of the Month is my sweet friend–wife, mom, and coffee shop owner Amanda Terry. My husband and I went to high school with Amanda Terry in Dripping Springs. But I didn’t really get to know her well until we were in Mothers of Preschoolers (MOPS) together. I love her heart…

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Permission to Grieve: The Good Grief Girl by Kelly Nickerson

The brave ladies in this winter’s Permission to Grieve series have been such a blessing to me. When Kelly Nickerson contacted me about contributing a guest post, I was immediately overwhelmed by her story of loss and inspired by her acceptance of her calling to comfort those who are grieving. Today, Kelly shares how God prepared her heart…

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Permission to Grieve: The Key to Finding Peace

This week’s Permission to Grieve post comes from my For the Love launch team sister Robin Lee, who explains that learning how to grieve well is the key to finding joy and peace. Permission to Grieve The key to finding peace The computer beeped; a new message arrived. “I need help dealing with my mother,”…

Why Praising Little Girls for Being Pretty is Cruel
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Why Praising Little Girls for Being Pretty is Cruel

“What does ‘pretty’ mean?” I ask my just turned 4-year-old. “I don’t know.” “Are you pretty?” “Yeah.” “Well, how do you know you’re pretty if you don’t know what it means?” “I look in the mirror and see I’m pretty.” Why praising little girls for being ‘pretty’ is cruel She’s right. Pretty is in the mirror. Pretty…

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Permission to Grieve: His Love Never Fails by LaRae Humes

In our fourth installment of this winter’s Permission to Grieve series, LaRae Humes, my fellow Austinite, shares how her recent experience grieving multiple miscarriages taught her that God’s love never fails. Permission to Grieve I had never truly lost something before 2014. Sure, a pet fish would bite the dust or a dog would run away, but the…