Sunday was Mother’s Day. It was perfect, except for a couple of hiccups. Today I’ll share the first one. For Mother’s Day my husband decided to make me feel special. After enjoying a lavishing breakfast in bed, my amazing husband surprised me with a home-made voucher to have lunch and flowers of my own choosing. Continue reading
We get the Drained Teabag syndrome because we feel the pressure to deal with our responsibilities perfectly, without fault, blame, or shame by wearing the hat of a secretary, cook, house manager, fashion adviser, shop assistant, therapist, doctor, teacher, chauffeur, baker, entertainer, referee. You name it. Continue reading
As I’m fiddling with my words in trying to come up with the perfect introduction to my article in a way that it would impress you, (to grab your attention to read it top to bottom) I’m at a conference. Over 200 women, from over 25-30 nations meeting near Amsterdam united in Christ, and being fed by God through Jill Briscoe as the speaker (inspirational speaker).Continue reading