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-Tina N. Campbell| Scribed in Light Let me be blunt with you. Most of us wake up every morning and immediately step back onto the hamster wheel of yesterday. Same grind. Same thoughts. Same chores. Same routine. Different date on the calendar. We are exhausted before our feet hit the floor, and then we drag
A Whole-Body Guide From Someone Who Had to Be Babystepped Through It Today wasn’t marked as important on any calendar, yet it turned into a turning point. I was sitting in conversation with a very dear friend who’s deep in her own health trench. She was sharing symptoms she didn’t understand, fears she couldn’t shake,
I saw a post from my friend Kelly today that stopped me mid-sip of coffee. She shared an article saying the Trump administration removed nursing from the category of professional degrees, and I had to read it twice because my mind refused to believe it. My first thought was, there is no way that can
I’m not sharing any of this to stir fear. I’m sharing it because ignoring reality has never protected a single family. Awareness isn’t panic — it’s love. It’s wisdom. And if there’s ever been a time to pay attention to the world around us, it’s now. Over the last few years, I’ve watched what’s happening
A Quick, Simple Breakdown of the Original Message I read today―yet, I felt drawn o exdpand upon as it left out some very key points— or so I felt. Here’s the heart of the message that sparked this reflection: That’s the basic heart of the original message. Now let’s go deeper into the part most
Most of us are walking through life with a veil over our eyes. Not a literal veil, but an internal filter that shapes how we see the world. Every situation, conversation, and human interaction gets filtered through our own experiences, assumptions, wounds, victories, insecurities, and beliefs. We think we’re seeing clearly.But much of the time,
For over a year, I’ve danced on the edge of indecision.I’d hover over “submit,” heart racing, then retreat—convinced my words weren’t ready, or maybe I wasn’t. I’ve written countless reflections on courage, grace, and the quiet power of faith… yet when it came time to step forward myself, I froze.Maybe it was fear of judgment.
So apparently, I turned 59 today. Which is wild, considering my inner spirit insists I’m still hovering somewhere around 35 — maybe 45 on a bad back day. I keep waiting for someone to hand me the adulting manual, but after 59 years, I’m convinced it never existed. I used to think by this age,
by Tina N. Campbell | Scribed in Light There’s something sacred about soil under your nails.It isn’t just dirt—it’s a living story, written in roots and rain. My Texas brood has grown up in that rhythm: hands in the earth, eyes on the horizon, hearts set on wholeness. Watching them now—working the land with purpose,
by Tina N. Campbell | Scribed in Light I saw her face again today — Gabby Petito — and that ache hit like the first time. We remember her now as a headline, a hashtag, a tragic symbol of everything we didn’t see soon enough. But long before her story trended, she was still breathing,
Tina N. Campbell
Centerville, Ohio 45459
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