Stories about faith, fitness, and the healing of broken hearts, minds, and bodies 

(Not my tum. Just a photo I pulled from online.) Two years postpartum, I still had pain in my incision site, or what I affectionately call “my sweet spot.” I named my scar because I wanted to remember the blessing that came from it instead of the pain. But most of the time it felt as if a knife was lodged into one side, and my skin was pinched with a spring clamp. I had diligently cared for my scar, massaging it daily, and at times, applying ice or heat. I also sought chiropr

Her hard snub made me wish I’d stayed in the bathroom stall. She was a world-renowned athlete and a main speaker at our fitness...

Because God set all things into motion, it's fitting to worship Him through exercise. Before you start your workout, say this prayer:...

I wrote this prayer nine months after my unexpected c-section. Residual pain from pregnancy and surgery made exercise more challenging...

I don't know why I was surprised to have had an eight-pound, six-ounce baby considering my husband, Charlie, is 6'5".   An eight-pound,...

My baby had been in an optimal position most of my pregnancy. I wasn’t worried because I’d prayed, “Baby, I command you head down, face...