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Let’s be honest—some people haunt castles. I haunt the kitchen.

Some people don’t just deliver bad news—they savor it.  

In today’s culture, being a “badass” is glorified. It’s the aesthetic of rebellion, the anthem of self-exaltation, the badge of honor for those who defy norms. But strangely, being good—obedient, kind, humble, faithful—is often dismissed as boring, weak, or naive. Goodness has been rebranded as lameness. And that’s no accident.

I used to think I wasn’t good enough.  

There’s a quiet tyranny that creeps into families, relationships, and traditions. It doesn’t wear a crown or shout commands—but it whispers expectations. It says:  

You heard it. You read it. You felt it in your spirit.  

 There’s a quiet but dangerous lie that’s crept into the hearts of many parents:  

For years, I’ve been building a paradise—a place where creativity meets conviction, where every soul is welcomed, and every message is infused with God’s artistry. But in the quiet, I often felt unseen. Misunderstood. Alone. I prayed for help. For words. For someone who could understand the vision God placed in me.

There’s a quiet epidemic in Christian households—one that rarely gets preached from pulpits or printed in devotionals. It’s the slow erosion of a woman’s spirit under the weight of a marriage that feels more like servitude than sacred partnership.

I crafted a post and heaven applauded.

For much of my life, I believed honoring your parents meant obeying them no matter what. But Scripture calls us to something deeper: honoring through obedience in the Lord. 

“Children are a heritage from the Lord, offspring a reward from him.” — Psalm 127:3