April 14, 2018 | By Kia Stephens | 2 Comments
Recently I had the opportunity to ask a question that I had never heard discussed within the four walls of a church. “How do you know if you need a counselor, a psychiatrist, or a friend?” I asked. The response was was wise and profound.
April 13, 2018 | By Kia Stephens | No Comments
Over 428,000 children and youth are in foster care and almost 19,000 of them are emancipated from foster care without reuniting with their families or being adopted. Watch this inciteful conversation with my guest, author, and speaker Jami Amerine, for a discussion on “Father Wounds & Foster Care”. Read More
April 11, 2018 | By Kia Stephens | 2 Comments
For I am sure that neither death nor life, nor angels nor rulers, nor things present nor things to come, nor powers, nor height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God in Christ Jesus our Lord. – Romans 8:38-39 ESV
March 24, 2018 | By Kia Stephens | No Comments
I’m a self-reliant type: a problem solver whose natural inclination is to fix her own circumstances. Although I’m fully aware of Proverbs 3: 5 – 6 and it’s urging to trust in the Lord, I habitually gravitate to my own understanding: deeming it better to lean and depend on finite knowledge and limited wisdom. It’s my futile attempt at maintaining a semblance of control.
March 14, 2018 | By Kia Stephens | 2 Comments
I have never been addicted to drugs or alcohol, but I have suffered an addiction of another kind. Out of nowhere, it snuck up on me like the abrupt discovery of a fast-moving cancer. Deceived by its socially acceptable nature, I initially didn’t think I had a problem until it was undeniable.
February 24, 2018 | By Kia Stephens | No Comments
Before a woman ever loves a man she must learn to love herself first. This is why I am excited about my hangout with Dr. Eardie Houston. In this hangout, we talk about how Eardie triumphed over poverty and abuse and learned to love herself.
February 24, 2018 | By Kia Stephens | No Comments
I have a confession. On more than one occasion I’ve been petty. I wish I could say this behavior is relegated solely to my teenage years, but ashamedly, it has crept into adulthood.
Part of me wants this blog to be about my kids and our three goldfish. It would be so much easier to write about the warm fuzzy parts of life, but I’ve never been at ease with surface-level-connections. I feel compelled to write for women who have ever struggled with the subject of father. For more than a decade I have, and not just with my biological dad but my Father in heaven too.
