IF MY MOM WAS STRICTER

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This year, I started making big decisions about how I want to show up for myself career-wise, the type of community I want to build on social media, and how God can use me. Regarding that last part, I realize now that it wouldn't have even been a thought had my mom been stricter or tried to play the role of a father as a single parent. What finally led me to seek God was my willingness to read. I read Genesis and thought about how wild the stories were, and then I'd relay them to my family. I continued reading while taking notes on God's role in every story. God's role in my own story was what I was missing all along: a father. After reading the Bible back-to-back, I kept returning to it. This time, my focus was on Jesus, and I started to perceive Him as a brother. In my mind, fathers are strict, but brothers can talk them down or help them see reason. It will all make sense when you read the Bible—I promise. My sweet mom, I now realize, is perfect just as God intended ...
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How To Rest: Becoming A Rested Generation

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When was the last time you truly rested?





Resting is not just sleeping—it's about being intentional with your personal time. It's about doing what you love without feeling guilty or under pressure to be productive.

The productivity culture has become toxic, creating a voice inside your head saying, "get up and do something," even to our own exhaustion. But it is okay to relax.

Here is how to truly rest:

A. Have a healthg schedule 



Productivity emphasizes getting more work done in less time. A healthy schedule will allow you to step away, recharge, and return stronger.

B. Get a hobby



Pick a hobby that makes you feel content with life. It could be sport or being creative. My me-time is a non-negotiable, this, I will fight my family for (lol, they know it) I could do a lot, sleep in, or binge-watch Adam Sandler movies, the possibilities are endles

C. Be present



Resting creates an emotional, physical, and spiritual reset. Small habits like journaling, praying, or being grateful enhance rest.
Psalms 23:2-3 says, He makes me lie down in green pastures, He leads me beside still waters. He restores my soul. I like to let this scripture guide me. The point? Be intentional with your stillness.


It is time to reconnect with yourself because well-rested people are kinder to themselves, are better company, make wiser decisions, are healthier and are more in tune with God.

Leave me a comment on how you intend to take a rest.

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