I empower faith-based women like you to recover well after discovering their husband's or significant others struggle with the dark places on the internet. Every Monday you'll receive encouragement and other carefully curated content to help you heal and find the freedom you desire.
What I brought home from three days away
|
This past weekend I did something I have never done—ever. I set aside three days for a personal retreat, intentionally focused on caring for myself. Mind, body, and soul. 🌿 Time in nature. The sound of water moving gently. Floating in cool water and letting everything just…still. God knew exactly how much my soul needed this reconnection—with nature, with him, with the quiet he so graciously provides when we finally stop long enough to receive it. And what a week to arrive refreshed. Because this, dear one, is Holy Week—and I want to walk through it with my eyes and heart wide open. What’s Been On My Heart This is Easter week. As you read, hear, and perhaps even see presentations about Jesus’ death, burial, and resurrection this week, I pray the magnitude of God’s redemptive plan simply blows your mind. Not as a familiar story you’ve heard before—but as something personal. Something meant for you, specifically. The old hymn says it so well: “Jesus paid it all. All to him I owe. Sin had left a crimson stain. He washed it white as snow.” All. Complete. Lacking nothing. Finished. Whatever you are carrying into this Easter—grief, anger, betrayal, confusion, or just plain exhaustion—he paid for that too. Every bit of it. That is not a small thing. That is everything. Thank you, Jesus. Something for You As you get to Friday this week, I want to leave you with Jesus’ own words from John 14:28-29 (NLT) Remember what I told you: I am going away, but I will come back to you again. If you really loved me, you would be happy that I am going to the Father, who is greater than I am. I have told you these things before they happen so that when they do happen, you will believe. He knew. He always knew. And he went anyway—for you. S.M. Lockridge described what that Friday looked like in one of the most powerful pieces of preaching I have ever heard. If you have never listened to it, clear a few minutes and let it wash over you. If you have heard it before, hear it again. It hits differently when you are standing in the middle of your own hard Friday. It's Friday But Sunday's Coming by S. M. Lockridge So on Friday, remember. Sunday is coming! ✨ 🙏🏻 A Prayer for You Dear God, May Reader experience the death, burial, and resurrection of Jesus through new eyes, a new heart, and a new mind this week. Let the familiar story land fresh—as if she is hearing it for the very first time. Break open Reader’s heart with the breathtaking love and grace of Jesus’ sacrifice—for humanity’s sin, and for hers. Pour your blessings over Reader. Shower Reader with new life, all because of Jesus. It’s Friday. But Sunday’s coming. Praise you for both. Amen. |
Kirsten D Samuel LLC
I empower faith-based women like you to recover well after discovering their husband's or significant others struggle with the dark places on the internet. Every Monday you'll receive encouragement and other carefully curated content to help you heal and find the freedom you desire.
This week I said no to something I genuinely wanted to do. Not because it was bad. Not because someone guilted me into it. But because my body told me to stop, and for once, I listened. I'll be honest: I didn't want to. The to-do list didn't care that I was running low. The calendar didn't rearrange itself out of compassion. And the part of me that likes to push through? She had opinions. But real self-care isn't always a bath and a candle. Sometimes it's the harder, quieter thing—choosing...
After weeks of gray skies and steady rain, the sun finally showed up this week. Dave and I walk just about everywhere—it's our primary mode of transportation. We walk in the cold, the rain, and the cloudy, windy days, so these last few days of sunshine have been a real treat. 😊 At one point on a recent walk, I stopped mid-stride, closed my eyes, and turned my face fully into the warmth. Just stood there. Soaking it in. Letting it replenish what the long, gray stretch had quietly drained. That...
Last week, Dave and I attended a long-anticipated wedding—virtually. And once again, we found ourselves praising God for the gift of technology. I'll be honest—I have a love-hate relationship with technology, especially when it doesn't extend grace for user error. :) But here's a fun fact that still makes me smile: almost 19 years ago, Dave used semi-brand-new technology called Skype to connect our son—who was living in Austria—to our daughter's wedding in Colorado. People at the wedding...