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03.10.2018

    Niki is a Brit in the USA, a rectal (yes, rectal) cancer survivor, pastor’s wife, tea drinker and teller of bad jokes. She’s all about meeting you when life’s not fair so you can breathe again and offers encouragement, practical resources and a large dollop of reality on her website. She’d love to connect with you there if she can’t hug you in person. Her work has appeared in Christian Today, RELEVANT, Woman to Woman (Premier Radio), ForEveryMom, and Living By Design Ministries. When she’s not speaking, writing, running trails with her Doodles, or failing to keep up with her three teenagers, you can find her with a nice cup of tea trying to figure out which remote control actually turns the TV on. Grab her FREE Audio Download How to Handle Anything Life Throws at You, and discover three strategies to give you the trust and confidence to thrive, not just survive, right where you are. Connect with Niki: Website www.nikihardy.com Instagram @niki.hardy Facebook @NikiHardyauthor  Sponsors BeautyCounter - BeautycounterAngieE@gmail.com Three Twelve Market Kristy's Custom Designs ...

02.10.2018

  I'm starting a podcast, and to say I'm excited would be a stupidly ridiculous understatement. The title of my show is "In This Skin," and the premise is this: there are far too many of us who are living timidly and in denial of who we really are and how we were really made. We are self-conscious, wishing we could change and become the idealized versions of ourselves we imagine but never publicize. We aren't comfortable in our own skins. We aren't comfortable, so we try like snakes to shed our skins and emerge in something new. We compare ourselves to those we see and admire, and we become like David trying to wear Saul's armor. We behave like chameleons, changing our colors according to our surroundings. It's maddening, it's frustrating, and for the most part, it's something we never even admit is happening. Here's what I know. I am nearly 40 years old, and for the vast majority of my years, I wanted to be someone other than myself. I wanted other people's talents, their lifestyles, their personalities, and their bodies. I measured myself against the images they projected, and I always found myself lacking. No matter how hard I worked, no matter what other...

31.08.2018

  Her soft voice came through the speaker on my phone, telling the podcast interviewer about the hardest years of her life. This woman has moved overseas, adopted orphaned children, begun a non-profit ministry, and written bestselling books about faith. If anyone shouldn't admit having certain questions about her faith and her God, it seemed she shouldn't. But she did. "Is a God who allows these things really good? Where is God when the worst things happen? Can I really trust Him when I don't understand?" I knew just what she meant. Our hard questions don't mean we don't believe, but they always reveal the depth of our faith. And, I've learned, they can deepen our faith if we have the courage to voice them. Suppressing them leads to a shallowness in what we believe. The questions we're afraid to voice hide our fears of what might be. Question: "Where are you, God?" Fear: He has left. Question: "Why did you choose not to answer my prayer?" Fear: He doesn't love me enough to answer. Question: "Why are you allowing this tragedy into my life?" Fear: He doesn't care that it hurts me.   This woman wrestled with God and came out changed. Stronger. More confident in her...

16.08.2018

  It’s the calm before the storm. Or maybe, really, it’s the storm before the hurricane. It’s the week before the kids come. This week, you will decorate and plan and move furniture and make copies, the weight of expectations heavy on your shoulders and the overwhelm of to do’s at the forefront of your mind. This week you will work like crazy, wishing there were more time and wondering what this year will be like and who your students will be. Next week, children will fill these halls and sit in your classrooms, and they will look to you expectantly. The expressions on their faces will all be different, to be sure, but the emotions will have similar roots. “Will I fit in? Will they like me? Will I be safe here?” You -- yes, you -- hold the answers to their questions. While you are busy making name tags and creating seating charts, the world is entrusting you with its future. You are entrusted with the world. Each child you see on Monday morning is a piece of the collective future we will face. Each child who looks to you for acceptance and safety is a person who will make our world better or worse,...

24.06.2018

  Scalding water beat on my back as I rested my forehead on the shower wall. The tears falling down my cheeks mixed with the water from the shower, and one was as hot as the other. I didn't want to cry -- I tried to resolve that I wouldn't -- but I'm one of those people who cries when she's angry, and this day, I was angry. I was angry at God. Sometimes my prayers are generalities, like "Lord, would you keep my kids safe today?" and some are more specific. The prayer I had been praying and keeping in the back of my mind for a couple of years was very specific. I had asked God to grant one very small request -- a request that, in my mind, He had no reason not to grant. It was small in the grand scheme of things, a minor blip on most people's radar, but one that mattered a whole lot to me. But He said no. He said no, and to be blunt and very non-spiritual sounding, I was royally ticked off. And this is why. He said no, and He didn't explain why. He said no, and then He was silent about it. He said no,...

11.06.2018

  Each morning, the screens in my life shout and show turmoil. World leaders making threats and calling each other names. Fires ravaging apartment buildings, forcing a mother to trust that a stranger's arms will catch her infant. Rich fashion designers taking their own lives when an invisible pain becomes too much to carry. Turmoil is both the soundtrack and the screenplay of our humanity. It is in our local communities, in our nations, and in ourselves. Trouble all around, and trouble all within. Inescapable and undeniable. We are broken. Why, then, if our brokenness is universal, do we dress it up with photos carefully posed? Why, then, if it's all around, do we hesitate to bring it to the light? Why, then, if it's within us all, do we change the subject and pretend it's all fine? Our brokenness is our bond, and our bonds bring about beauty. The mother who birthed a broken child, one whose body will never function as it should, said these words to my ears today -- the unexpected will come to your life, and it will change you. Her child's broken body changed her untested faith to one that is certain, and his brokenness introduced her to others whose brokenness changed them, too. The unexpected...

04.06.2018

  Throughout Scripture, the number seven is the number of perfection. Completion. Purification. After six days of creating, God rested on the seventh. Seven weeks after Passover began, Pentecost. And every fiftieth year, after seven times seven, it was the year of Jubilee. A year of celebration and release. Captives were set free and debts were forgiven. It was a year of rest. ******* This year is the seventh since my divorce. And God told me it is my year of Jubilee. ******* In the first moments after learning my marriage would end, I fell into a gulf of despair I have no words to describe. I was held captive by lies and condemning self-talk, a prisoner of my sadness and shattered dreams. I woke each morning to go through the steps of being alive, but I was not. I was sleep-walking through my days, oblivious to the world around me and consumed with the shame of who I now was. It has taken me years to admit the truth of what those years were like for me, but now that I am safely on the other side, I feel an obligation to share my truth and invite you to examine yours. I lived a prisoner of shame. Wounded and broken were...

18.05.2018

  I wish I could remember where I first heard it, this truth that's been rocking my world. I don't know if it was on a podcast or in a book, on my TV or from my friend's mouth. All I know is that I somehow jotted it down as a note in my phone, and I've been looking at it ever since. Look for the lie. Why haven't I always done this? To have it spelled out like that makes it look like the most obvious thing to do. When you're feeling overwhelmed, identify the lie that says you have to do everything well and all at once. When you're feeling like a terrible mother, look at the lie that says feeding your kids fast food will ruin their health forever. When you become convinced you'll never succeed in your career, see the lie that says one bad day means a bad forever. Look for the lie. Because when you do, you'll begin to see lies everywhere. And here's why -- Satan is the prince of this world, and his native language is lies. He naturally spews untruths, and since this is his dominion, his lies are this world's language. Look for the lie. You think, "I'm...

24.04.2018

  Satan taunts me through images. I've learned this about him over the years. Very distinct, very clear, very haunting images. He worms his way into my thought life by first showing me images of what he wants me to think about. He did so this morning. And because he is so cunning, he always does this when I'm vulnerable. This morning I was feeling sad about a situation that is part of my norm, a natural part of our rhythm. I don't like it but can't change it, so I pray each time it comes up for the strength to endure it. I was sad, but sad isn't sinful. Sad is, though, for me, a portal to destructive thoughts. A pathway to sin. Any time my emotions are front and center, my enemy tries to use them to distract me and destroy me. So this morning, in my sadness, he played connect the dots. He took my initial sadness that was not sinful and connected it to images he knew would hurt me. He showed me pictures of realities connected to this morning's sadness, connecting one feeling I had to multiple pictures he wanted me to see. He literally showed me images to...

11.04.2018

  I know. I know that what looks easy in your life takes great planning and coordination and a whole lot of work plus a little bit of luck.  I know that your body may be still right now, but your mind is on overdrive. You’re thinking about your to-do list and your grocery list and that thing you wish you hadn’t said and that person from middle school who still has no idea how much they hurt you. I know your brain never stops. I know you need a break but can’t seem to find the time, and I know you perform a million little tasks that aren’t noticed unless they’re not done. I know, from one woman to another, the invisible weight you always carry. I might not know all of your specifics, but I think I know how you feel. I know you wonder sometimes if any of it matters at all, if the details of your days add up together to equal anything that’s making a difference. I know you wonder if anybody really sees you -- the real you, behind the put-together facade you show the world. I know you’re afraid that you’re messing it all up, and I know you regret what you...