Dr. Heather Thompson Day is an interdenominational speaker and contributor for Religion News Service, Newsweek and the Barna Group. She is also an Associate Professor of Communication at Colorado Christian University. She is passionate about supporting women, and runs an online community called I’m That Wife which has over 100k followers.
Heather has been interviewed by BBC Radio Live, and believes her calling is to stand in the gaps of our churches for young people. She is the author of 6 books; including Confessions of a Christian Wife and How to Feed the Mediavore.
She resides in Lakewood, Colorado with her husband, Pastor Seth Day, and their three children, London, Hudson, and Sawyer Day.
Dear friend, We both went to the doctor seven months ago. My test showed two blue lines. Again. Your tests told you that two blue lines would never be yours. I held you when you sobbed. I cried with you. The grief you carry, I feel it, too. You are my sister. You are my friend. I love you. RELATED: Dear Friend Waiting For a Baby I know my anticipation is nothing compared to your own, but I’ve been eagerly awaiting your baby, too. I have been totally prepared to bring you warm 7-Up and Gatorade when you have morning...
I’ve seen a lot of posts lately about friends falling short. They stop inviting us, they leave us out, they make us feel like we don’t belong anymore. And I get it, I’ve been there. Heck, I’m there now. I was once a part of a big group of ladies, though looking back I’m not sure I was ever truly a part. We came together on a nearly weekly basis, sharing meals and intimate details of our lives. RELATED: Find Your Forever Friends and Hold On Tight But as time marched on and my life became more complicated, I found...
“I left my window open hoping someone would come by to visit,” my husband’s grandmother remarked. On a recent visit to her nursing home, my family and I huddled on the lawn outside her window while she sat inside, behind the glass. Due to restrictions from the pandemic, visitors were not allowed inside, nor was she allowed to leave without being quarantined for several weeks afterward. We understood the restrictions, but it didn’t lessen our feelings of helplessness or the loneliness she felt, especially since her husband recently had passed away. You see, she doesn’t have to be in a...
“I’m not a people person.” I’ve said that my entire life. I’m very much an introvert. I’m content with time alone, and that’s what rejuvenates me. The thought of being with a lot of people at once is exhausting. RELATED: I’m Not Stuck-Up, I’m Just Socially Exhausted But you know what? My husband made an astute observation recently that restructured my thinking on the phrase I’m not a people person. “You’re not a crowd person, but I think you’re a people person. You have a heart for people,” he said. OK, I would agree with that. “When you are one-on-one...
There’s something pretty incredible about a friend who knew you before you were a wife or a mom. Who knew you when you were young and naive and full of big ideas and dreams. Who knows your heart better than you do because she remembers what you’ve forgotten about yourself over time. I found my group of forever friends in college. It began with sorority meetings and grew over time with fraternity parties, formals, tailgating at football games, and hanging out on our front porch in between classes. It grew as we supported each other when we made dumb mistakes...
“You’re one of the strongest moms I know. If you can’t do it, I can’t either.” My friend’s words jumped out of the text at me, hitting me right in the gut. That negative voice in my head, always lurking just beneath the surface, was quick to question her view of me. How could it be that someone sees me as strong when lately all I feel is weak, a growing sense that I am a failure, and the notion that I am shrinking away from everyone? RELATED: My Anxiety Makes Me Feel Like I Fail Over and Over Again...
Hey moms, can you make room in your circle for one more? Mom shaming and mom guilt—two things mothers everywhere want to put a stop to. There’s a silent third mom stigma that needs to be erased, too—mom cliques. That’s right. It’s a thing. At 32 years old, I never imagined struggling so hard to find quality friendships and women who offer open arms. Flashback to starting high school in a new city. The fear of navigating maze-like hallways, getting to class before the door shut to avoid the awkward knocking, and pin-dropping silence as you made your way to...
When I first found out I was going to be a mom, I felt a mixture of excitement and fear. This all mixed into feeling extremely overwhelmed and unsure where to turn. I spent so much time on Google and reading articles about being a mom. I scrolled through the latest research and studied all the “must-know” milestones during pregnancy and postpartum. There was so much information available that it sometimes left me feeling more frazzled than when I started searching for answers. And that’s where you come in—my go-to mom friend. The woman who has paved the way and...
Life is hard, and I can see the weight you carry. It’s as visible as if you had a boulder tied upon your back. I see it in your eyes, the physical and emotional exhaustion eclipsing the light they once held. I see it in the way you walk, shoulders drooping under the weight of the invisible burden. I hear it in the tone of your voice, you speak with a shortness that contrasts your natural disposition. I feel it in the absence of your smile, replaced by an unconvincing, strained attempt. You tell me it’s OK. You’re OK. It...
To my friend who is struggling with depression, I want you to know I’m here for you. I may not know what you are going through, but I want to hear about your struggles. I know sometimes when I ask how you’re doing, you want to say “Great!” but the reality is you aren’t feeling great at that moment. Please know I don’t want you to feel like you have to put on a front or pretend like you are feeling something you aren’t. I know you’ve said to me you feel like a broken record, but I never see...