Red Vine Spirituality

Taylor K. Arthur balances Bipolar 1 Disorder, marriage, and motherhood with a nitty-gritty faith inspiring a twisted, blissful life.

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When You’re in the Fight of Your Life

Are you in the fight of your life? Are you fighting for your marriage, to carry your baby with a terminal diagnosis to term, to beat cancer, to survive your grief, to manage your mental illness? There are times in life when all the normal worries and cares comes crashing down, and only one thing really matters: survival. If that’s where you are, I want to encourage you today. I want to give you some truths to hold tightly in your fists as the waves wash over you. I want to hold your face in my hands and say, “You can do this.” Continue reading

When You Pray For Healing and You Don’t Receive It

Not everyone who prays for healing receives it. I realize that this might not be a popular message. But I think today, in a world where medicine practically cures everything through one method or another, in a Christian community that still holds up wellness and financial prosperity as a sign of God’s favor, we need to take a moment to sit with Paul in his second letter to the Corinthians. We need to take a moment to address the many members of the church who pray for healing and do not receive it. Continue reading

Why I tell my kids I’m sorry

Be completely humble and gentle; be patient, bearing with one another in love. Make every effort to keep the unity of the Spirit through the bond of peace.
Ephesians 4:1-3 NIV

It was 11:30 at night, and I was deeply asleep. All of a sudden I heard, like a tickle I couldn’t ignore, “Mama? Mama?”

It was quiet and harmless at first, but slowly a little voice calling my name pulled me from my cozy slumber, out of my bed, and down the hallway toward the boy’s room.

The source of the tickle was Samuel, laying sideways in his bottom bunk with one leg propped up on the bunk bed ladder, lounging as if he were sitting next to a pool instead of systematically waking his family up in the middle of the night.

Let me just say: I was already perturbed.
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Tardy Artys

Two falls ago, when Abraham began preschool, I went through—what shall we call it?—a Momzilla season. Continue reading

When you’re drowning in laundry . . . or life

I had been folding laundry for days. We had just returned from taking the boys camping this summer, and I was exhausted. But there was hope to be found. Continue reading

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