I was pregnant, broke, and rejected. I was alive but dead; my zeal to live was gone. I was a zombie doing mundane daily activities.

It's only natural to feel like that. But what matters is what you do with these feelings.

Dear sister, are you uncomfortable about the shape or size of your eyes, ears or nose? The size of your stomach? Your hands or feet like me?

For me, one thing I've learned is to keep my eyes above and trust in God's ability to take care of me and my family.

The decision to keep your baby is a hard one, especially if you are a believer.

A piece about the similarities between God's love and a mother's love.