Only One Can Calm The Storms

By: Ginger Hughes I stood there. The air humid, the breeze gentle, lightning appearing to pierce the ocean far in the distance. The roar of the waves reverberated in my ears, as my eyes watched the caps turn white as they rolled toward the shore. It was evening. I stood there. Talking to God. Wondering …

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Dear Overwhelmed Mama,

Truth time. I feel overwhelmed lately. It’s the kind of overwhelmed that makes me want to sit and do nothing because I have no idea where to even start. It’s the kind of overwhelmed that makes the tears sting my eyes because I feel like such a failure in multiple areas of my life right …

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Emerging From The Deep

My little girl is no longer afraid of the water! Three years of swimming lessons, and I feel like it has finally clicked. Until now, she has always loved the thought of swimming and has thoroughly enjoyed splashing around, but she never truly relaxed in the water. She would fiercely hold onto a floatation device, …

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A Little Lost

We’ve been here over a year now, but honestly, some days, I still feel a little lost.  Not always directionally, there’s GPS for that, but sometimes emotionally.  You see I’m a Georgia girl.  At least I was.  Now, this Georgia girl is sitting in North Carolina. Growing up in Georgia and living there for so …

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And then…My life will begin.

I will turn 16, get a car, and then I’ll be free.  A few more weeks of high school, and then I will move out on my own.  I will graduate from college, and then I will get a good paying job and live the good life.   I will work as I hard as I …

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No Mama’s Perfect

Should I blog?  I’ve wrestled with this question off and on for several weeks now.  I tend to do this with some things (or a lot of things) lately.  By nature I’m analytical, but sometimes all of this analyzing can lead to anxiety. I don’t remember being this analytical or “thinky” (as my dear friend …

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