Servanthood is widely recognized as an effective way to shift focus from oneself to others, even during times of extreme personal difficulty, such as loss, divorce, trauma, abandonment, or others. In fact, even in secular counseling and cultural norms, many will agree that volunteerism is a common way to stabilize during a mental health crisis or seasons of overwhelm. If that is so, how much more should a Christian want to serve others? Why do you think service above self improves one’s mental health?   Here’s why. Our Savior taught it. The very Creator of Heaven and Earth sent His Son to serve others, and He modeled it. In other words, you were created to serve. It is our purpose on the earth. First, we serve our Savior through worship and praise. Then,

Motherhood changes you, every mom knows this. But being a special needs mama—especially a single one—this transforms you from the inside out. The days are filled with silent battles most never see: endless therapies, appointments, IEP meetings, insurance appeals, and the constant fight to secure care that never seems simple – but is essential.  It’s carrying a child who is far too heavy to be held, but still needs you like an infant. It’s wiping tears during meltdowns that don’t have easy fixes, whispering comfort when you feel like crying too.  It’s waiting on hold with insurance, filling out paperwork that sits on a stranger’s desk, and fighting systems that were never built with kids like yours in mind.  And as a single mama, that load feels

My mother was killed when I was only 17 months old, leaving me spending years yearning for a mother I never knew.  There were dance recitals and basketball games and proms and a wedding day that I often wondered how she’d react or what encouraging words she may have had for me. When I became a single mother at only 17 years old, I felt certain that I was doomed to fail my own motherhood story. I had never really had a mother and was far too young to begin that journey – especially alone. In reflection, my three children are all now grown, and I’ve successfully sojourned my parenting years, albeit with some long and hard seasons in between!  I’ve lived to tell about it. I’ve lived through the good days of squeezes and cuddles and