By Sarah Lango Even Our Kids Are Afraid to Take a Day Off—and it’s Unhealthy
We have created a society where even our kids are afraid to rest, to take a day off, to recuperate.…
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Sarah Lango
Father, Do You See Me?
God, do you see me?! The words echoed from my heart to my head, eventually making their way through my…
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You Say I’m Enough—But What if I’m Not?
You say I’m enough—but what if I’m not? You say I’m enough. From every direction, this notion is being shouted…
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The Hurt You Feel May Not Be About You
To the women who feels left out or less than, The one who has been betrayed, cut out, or un-friended—…
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Lord, Just Get Me Through This Storm
I found myself driving alone, in the middle of a place I knew nothing about, with the wind and rain…
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So God Gave Tired Moms Back-to-School
And then, God looked down and saw the frazzled momma. He saw how she was worn from playing referee. From…
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To the Mom Who Just Received Her Child’s Hard Medical Diagnosis
The day I received my daughter's official medical diagnosis is one that will forever stand out in my mind. We…
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Dear People Pleaser: It’s Not Your Job to Make Everyone Happy
Pssst . . . hey, you. Yes—you. The one who is working and striving and trying to be everything to…
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Every Home Needs a Toddler
Everyone needs a toddler because a toddler doesn’t care. A toddler doesn’t care if you’re wearing the same sweatpants that…
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If God is Truly Good, He is Still Good When Life is Not
In the cool of the morning, while the sun still worked its way into the sky above, I sat on…
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Apology of a Special Needs Mom
Many times, being the parent to a medically fragile or special needs child means missing out. There are so many…
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To the Special Needs Mom Who Sits Alone
To the mom who sits alone . . . Alone because the world is always moving on without her. Alone…
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