Cause this momma isn't porn, never has been, never will be. I'm the real deal.  The whole enchilada.  I'm mind, heart, body and soul.  Not just a body.

Embracing partial solutions actually makes me feel like I can breathe - it gives me freedom.

Each one of these emotions deserves space to breathe, space to have a voice, space to be heard and seen.

My hope is that each of you can approach next week feeling empowered, connected to yourself and more confident than in years past.

It was last Sunday at church that I thought these 5 words - "I'm a better person when..." I found myself actually looking for people I knew to say "hi" to in the hallways after church versus my usual - keeping my head down, collecting my kids and flying out the door.

If I was going to get comfortable in this season of wading through some tough parenting and some tough fighting with Jason - I needed a word (or several) for it.

In my opinion, this is the most acute, most insidious, most tragic damage done by sexual betrayal.

If you are interested in joining me on this journey of becoming a woman living life from a place of worthiness, I encourage you to do a couple of things...

So why, then, has it been so hard for me to live my life out of a place of worthiness? To live from a place of deep security and wholeness?

We open our hands wide, and allow our hearts, our souls, our bodies to feel the pain. We assure ourselves that relief will come in the morning. And until then, we wait it out.

This week has been more of the same - sitting down on the couch, connecting, sharing our hearts. And it's been good. Deep, sacred, fully knowing one another.

Could it be that in order to be fully known in our relationship with our husband, we must first be fully known (as best as we know how) with ourselves?