Ginny Priz
Serenity Journey
About Ginny Priz
I am a single-handed lover of life! Being born without a full right arm was the blessing that gave me faith in God’s plan. After 12 years of struggling with anxiety, codependency, and addiction, I finally gave in and let God change my journey through the serenity prayer. Today, I have a passion for sharing this transformational power to help others along their own serenity journey. Everyone can experience peace and joy… Read More
God connects with each one of us personally. We are each unique in how we see the world and, being divinely sensitive to our needs, He chooses to connect with us by speaking our own personal love language. How has He connected with you? You may have heard the perfect song at the right time or seen a rainbow or bird that held some significance. Perhaps God repeated a message through multiple… Read More
Some days I would rather be right than be like Jesus. There, I said it. And even if you weren’t thinking it, I’m sure you’ve felt this way before. If you’re human (and I’m pretty sure you are), then at one time or another you’ve felt you are right. It’s natural to feel your opinion is right, your perspective is right, your facts are right, and your approach to problem solving is… Read More
It’s here. The season I dread more than any other: wedding season. Wedding season is trigger season for a lot of single folks like me. Like many others, I spent my adolescence and young adulthood telling myself lies about love. Lies like these for example: Lie #1 – You need a boyfriend to prove you are loveable. Lie #2 – Only romantic attention will make me feel whole and confident. Lie #3… Read More
If you want to make a significant change in your life, then you already have hope. It may not be a big hope, but even just a spark of hope is enough to grow from a mustard seed to reality. The process of change is created much like a snowball. You start with a handful, and as long as you keep moving forward, the hope and the changes grow bigger and bigger…. Read More
There was a young bride who sat in her room day after day trying to make her wedding dress. She designed it herself, but no matter how many times she tried, she could not make it perfect. In fact, she was not coming close to what she wanted. Eventually, she called the dressmaker and asked him to come and do what he could to help. She was embarrassed to call him because… Read More
Being embarrassed comes with a special kind of pain. We’ve all been there. We all know the feeling of wanting to be swallowed up by a hole in the ground or wishing we could apperate Harry Potter style straight to our bedroom with the covers pulled up over our heads. I never wished that more than the day I interviewed for my dream job of event coordinator. I had prayed over this… Read More
There are moments in your life that becomes fixed markers along the timeline. Afterward, time is marked as “before” and “after” that moment. For me, one such moment came in 2010 on the street near my home in NJ. If you know me even a little bit you probably already know that 1) I was born with only part of my right arm and 2) I hate running. These things are important… Read More
It was there again this morning. Just when I thought it was gone. Just when I thought I might be free of it forever; my old friend despair showed up even before I opened my eyes. In the years when I struggled with alcohol and anxiety, despair was never far from my thoughts. Sometimes it was a nagging tug at my back, and other times a heavy, led blanket. It was so… Read More
Do not blame God for the evils of men. These were the first words the Holy Spirit spoke through me. I was in a Colorado microbrewery, and still very much a baby (born again) Christian. The bartender saw the cross around my neck and began spouting his anger with God. He told me a story of how a mob of Christian men came to his childhood home and tried to burn it… Read More
Recently I was driving home from a Bible study praising God for the wonderful sunset and friends and women He has brought into my life, when out of the blue a thought struck me: What if that joke I told was actually offensive? Suddenly the beautiful sunset I was admiring seemed far away and irrelevant. I could feel that familiar knot of shame growing in my chest. My stomach felt queasy as… Read More
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