By: Kolleen Lucariello When you've spent your life living through stubborn, snowy New York winters, you've probably spent some time spinning your wheels trying to get unstuck from the grip of the slick white stuff. Chrissy experienced this a few months back when she was headed over to record an Activ8Her teaching. She texted to say she was on her way—until she wasn’t. That’s when I received the message: “I’m stuck in my driveway. I have help. I slid off.” Except that the help couldn’t pull...

By: Kolleen Lucariello Never mind, I’ll just do it myself.” If you ever hear those words come out of my mouth, feel free to step in. That’s usually my way of saying I need help, feel unheard, and am about to push ahead on my own, without pausing long enough to think it through. Like the time I ended up with stitches in my lip at the most inopportune moment, all because I wanted the lawn mowed before my grandmother and mother arrived for a visit, and Pat wouldn’t make himself available to...

By: Kolleen Lucariello I didn’t see it coming. One moment, I thought I was confident and ready to move with God, and the next, I felt a subtle tug — a gentle pull revealing something I hadn’t expected: self-doubt. God was pulling one more Kerplunk stick in my heart, and one by one, marbles of past insecurities began to fall, exposing the places where fear and hesitation had quietly taken root. I remember the days when I could clearly recognize what I saw as a “God-thing” and, without...