Remember when I said I wasn’t going to work out? Well, a good friend of mine introduced me to a new workout called “The Dailey Method.” There are only two…
Published March 3rd, 2011 by Kelli Zaniel
When I was growing up, my folks had serious rules about resting on Sundays. I’ll admit, my brother and I thought our parents used it as an excuse to be…
Published March 1st, 2011 by Kelli Zaniel
Do you ever feel like you aren’t good enough? Like you’re nothing special? Like you don’t make a difference? Do you realize those thoughts come from Satan? I don’t know…
Published February 28th, 2011 by Kelli Zaniel
Last week, I had the privilege of having my friend/ social worker over to the house. It was our first home-study meeting and my goal was to impress. But of…
Published February 21st, 2011 by Kelli Zaniel
A couple of weeks ago, our Mothers On Mission ministry gathered up lightly used clothes for a local elementary school. I stood in the lunchroom surveying the neatly organized, second-hand…
Published February 20th, 2011 by Kelli Zaniel
Ring, ring… the doorbell sounds. I scoot to the door, twist the knob, and greet the babysitter with my biggest Christmas smile. The Christmas smile is suddenly interrupted by gooey,…
Published February 15th, 2011 by Kelli Zaniel
Has sin tangled with your emotions and left behind a knotted mess in your heart? It’s like trying to straighten a string of lights on an overly dried-out Christmas tree. Why in…
Published February 11th, 2011 by Kelli Zaniel
Satan is poised to pounce when I’m vulnerable. He points out the flaws I already know I have. His humiliation pushes my head down. His accusations of past mistakes pierce…
Published February 10th, 2011 by Kelli Zaniel
My mom is a y’all-using, cookie-baking, tear-wiping, soap opera-watching, fun-loving girlfriend. She isn’t just a friend, she is also my mama. She loves hard, hugs hard and spanks pretty hard…
Published February 9th, 2011 by Kelli Zaniel
Do you think you are worthy? Sometimes, we allow unworthiness to pull us by the hair, drag us through the mud, and smear our reputation. Unworthiness demands our attention. It…
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