Carrie Gress

One day, they stopped selling their cinnamon scones. Then I started noticing an uptick in crystals, tarot cards, and astrology books.

“What does God want from me?” Freedom. Freedom in knowing that God’s ways are beyond us, beyond our understanding. Freedom to know that God will do anything to bring us to him, even break our hearts, because the reward is so much greater.”

-Amber VanVickle

Commentary on the making of a home and simple beauty of doing so

Escaping victimhood changes everything.

What most of feminism’s adherents have missed is that the first feminists asked the wrong question.

Could it be that elite women have finally spent their credibility? Could they have finally lost the sway they have held on to with well-manicured fingers for five decades?

The power of the new feminist fairytale is highly compelling, but it comes at a cost.

That pseudo-litany chanted by the 12 women in the upper room has been heard, felt, and suffered by all the world as the family has been destroyed, replaced by a population of noble narcissists.

With so many feminist advances, women should be getting happier instead of just more medicated.

It is no accident that fruitfulness is now missing on the spiritual level. With some exceptions, it has been all but abandoned by the culture and even the faithful.

We now live with a cool and edgy cocktail of Marxism and the occult. Women have been drinking it up ever since, with men either embracing it or left unsure how to counter it.

Celebrities, politicians, journalists make it clear that without abortion, we can only be headed to The Handmaid’s Tale. The tidy fear-mongering narrative, the perfectly coiffed hair, the manicured hands, the on-trend fashions, all speak a convincing language of authority and truth. But at some point, we need to pull back the curtain a bit more and expose the lies delivered by the silver-tongued and perfectly groomed.