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<p>It isn&#8217;t the memory I want my boys having of our family vacation. Destin 2014:  The trip our mom got &#8220;into it&#8221; with the red-headed lady at Wal-Mart. Yes. I did. Oh y&#8217;all.  I know better.  I knew better.  But it had been a long day in the car.  Like nineteen hours long.  OK, nine. &hellip; <span class="more-link"><a href="https://beckycrenshaw.com/2014/05/21/one-moment-away-from-meltdown/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&rarr;</span></a></sp

<p>One Sunday night, when I was early twenties and bound by my body image blues, I went with my new college group to the music director&#8217;s house for cinnamon rolls. Yes, you read that right. Home. Made. Cinnamon. Rolls. Like… it takes two days to make these &#8211; Home. Made. Cinnamon. Rolls. Be still my skinny heart. &hellip; <span class="more-link"><a href="https://beckycrenshaw.com/2014/05/15/finding-your-heather/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&rarr;</span

<p>Let the little children come to me, and do not hinder them… Luke 18:15 Here&#8217;s a snap shot from my conversation with Luke last night while at the ball field: Luke: (pointing to center field) God is out there. Me:  Yes. And right here (pointing right). And right there (pointing left). He&#8217;s everywhere! Luke: giggles… &hellip; <span class="more-link"><a href="https://beckycrenshaw.com/2014/05/08/bring-your-babies-to-jesus/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&

<p>Jesus said to him, “Away from me, Satan! For it is written: ‘Worship the Lord your God, and serve him only.’”  Then the devil left him, and angels came and attended him. Matthew 4:10-11 Just a reminder that when we finally put our foot down and tell that stupid devil to get away from us, &hellip; <span class="more-link"><a href="https://beckycrenshaw.com/2014/05/04/a-reminder-to-put-your-foot-down/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&rarr;</span></a></span></p>

<p>&#8220;Name one thing you love about your body.&#8221; The counselor&#8217;s words left my friend staring back like a deer in headlights. &#8220;Just one  thing. And let&#8217;s thank God,&#8221; the counselor repeated. &#8220;I can&#8217;t really think of anything.&#8221; &#8220;Just one. And thank Him.&#8221; &#8220;My wrists.  I really love my wrists. Thank you God, for my pretty &hellip; <span class="more-link"><a href="https://beckycrenshaw.com/2014/05/01/just-one-thi

<p>I didn&#8217;t mean to end up in such a sad state.  Broken down and tearful at my friend, Tara&#8217;s house. I had  to call her. It was a necessity.  Tara is my friend who teaches Yoga, loves Jesus and lives her life at a delightful Type B speed.  She smells the roses and enjoys the &hellip; <span class="more-link"><a href="https://beckycrenshaw.com/2014/04/28/simple-tips-from-my-type-b-friend/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&rarr;</span></a></span></p>