I’m unqualified for my life. I don’t have a degree in creative writing, but I write books. I majored in psychology so that I wouldn’t have to do math, and go figure, I do bookkeeping and accounting for my husband’s businesses. I don’t believe there is a degree that could teach everything a mom needs to know to raise children, but I’m in the middle of raising three teenaged boys anyway. I don't know what I'm doing. Fortunately, God does.

Have you questioned whether you have the skills to make the team, good enough grades to get into college, or ever poured your life into a project only for your boss to give you another even more challenging one? My hand is raised.

We may not have taken a bullet, but many of us have open gashes festering like President Garfield. We wrestle with the negative thoughts and doubts that corrode our well-being and steal our joy.