The Fight to be Authentic

To be nobody-but-yourself — in a world which is doing its best, night and day, to make you everybody else — means to fight the hardest battle which any human…

To the Mom Standing in the Back of the Church Rocking Her Baby

To the Mom standing at the back of the church rocking her baby, I see you.  I see your tired eyes and anxious heart as you gently bounce your sweet bundle…

Why I Don’t Like Selfies

I don’t take selfies. I’m not against them. I’m not for them. I just don’t do them. Don’t worry: this isn’t a blog to discourage your selfie ways.  Instead this…

you aren’t meant to strive so hard // feeling comfortable in your own skin series

You see me when I travel and when I rest at home.  You know everything I do. -Psalm 139:3 NLT   I sat on the floor surrounded by kids and crying.  I…

the lies we tell ourselves // feeling comfortable in your own skin series

You know when I sit down or stand up. You know my thoughts even when I’m far away.  -Psalm 139:2 NLT A woman steps in front of the mirror and…

hormonal acne tips // becoming beauty

I am doing something a bit different here on Becoming and launching into some beauty helps and tips. I am NOT a beauty expert.  AT ALL.  Like at all. But…

your insecurity isn’t about your appearance // feeling comfortable in your own skin series

O Lord, you have examined my heart and know everything about me. -Psalms 139: 1 NLT One day a dear friend of mine on Facebook included me in a challenge where I was to…

it starts // feeling comfortable in your own skin series

Friends, I don’t know how to start this series other than telling you I am very nervous.  How do I, Tammy, the most insecure girl who criticizes everything she does,…

your love is bigger than their hate

There has been a topic I have been fearful to cover in my writings….  That is the topic of hate. It’s too big.  It’s too ugly. And sadly, it’s too…

when motherhood feels lonely

Granted – I am never alone.  Never ever ever alone. There are kids in my bed when I wake up; their sweet, chubby arms thrown over my face.  There are…

you’re not a bad mom; it’s just hard

I want you to stop.  Just stop.  And push away the lies and put this thought into your head: You’re Not a Bad Mom. You’re not.  You really, really aren’t.…

Because Love is Hard…..

I remember that day, a few years ago, standing in the middle of my tiny apartment kitchen.  With a new baby in the mix, I was now a mom with 3 kids…