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✨ TIP TUESDAY | Menopause & Your Skin

Have you noticed your skin becoming drier, duller, or less plump as you’ve gotten older?

There’s a reason for that, and estrogen plays a big part!

Estrogen helps our skin maintain collagen, elasticity, and moisture. As estrogen levels begin to fluctuate during perimenopause and decline during menopause, our skin naturally starts to change.

One of the biggest changes? Our skin doesn’t retain moisture as well as it once did.

So what can we do about it?

💧 One option is a HydraFacial!

A HydraFacial is a professional treatment that uses a specialized device to gently cleanse, exfoliate, and remove impurities from the skin while delivering hydrating serums.

The result? Skin that can look smoother, feel softer, and appear more hydrated and refreshed.

While a HydraFacial can’t replace declining estrogen or stop the natural aging process, it can help address some of the dryness and dullness that come along with these changes.

And remember, what you do at home matters just as much! A gentle cleanser, a good moisturizer, and daily sunscreen are essential for supporting your skin.

❤️ Your skin is changing, and that’s okay. Sometimes it just needs a little different kind of care.

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Amy’s Heart Monday ❤️
Confessions of a New Esthetician 🤣

I have to tell you something that crossed my mind yesterday, and I started laughing all over again.

Years ago, when I was a brand-new esthetician, I was attending a training class. We were practicing treatments on each other, and I was working on another woman who had her eyes closed.

Well, I happened to have a mint in my mouth.

And wouldn’t you know it…

THAT MINT FELL RIGHT OUT OF MY MOUTH AND LANDED ON HER FOREHEAD!!! 🤣🤣🤣

I wanted to crawl under the table.

But the best part?

Without even opening her eyes, she said,

“Do NOT tell me what that is. I don’t want to know. Just get it off of me!” 🤣🤣🤣

I was absolutely mortified!

And here I am, all these years later, still laughing about it.

I don’t know why that memory popped into my head yesterday, but it reminded me how funny life can be.

Sometimes the moments we wish we could disappear from become the very stories that make us laugh the hardest years later.

And for the record, I no longer keep mints in my mouth while doing facials! 🤣❤️

Happy Monday, friends! I hope something makes you laugh today, even if it’s at yourself.

Sunday Grace 🌿
The Courage to Do What’s Right

There’s a woman in the Bible named Abigail, and I’ve always admired her story.

It’s found in 1 Samuel 25.

Abigail was married to a wealthy man named Nabal, who was known for being harsh and foolish.

One day, David sent some of his men to ask Nabal for food and provisions. David’s men had previously helped protect Nabal’s shepherds and flocks, but instead of showing gratitude, Nabal insulted them and sent them away empty-handed.

When David heard what happened, he was furious. He gathered 400 men and set out to confront Nabal.

But Abigail heard what her husband had done, and she knew something terrible could happen.

So she acted.

Without telling her husband, she gathered food and supplies and went out to meet David herself.

Can you imagine the courage that took?

She approached an angry man surrounded by armed men, bowed before him, and spoke with wisdom and humility.

And David listened.

Her actions prevented what could have been a terrible loss of life.

What I love about Abigail is that she didn’t create the problem. She could have stayed home and said, “This isn’t my fault.”

But she recognized what was right, and she had the courage to do it.

I think there’s something so beautiful about that.

Sometimes doing what’s right isn’t convenient. Sometimes it requires us to step outside our comfort zone, speak up, or take action when it would be easier to stay quiet.

Abigail reminds me that wisdom is a gift, but having the courage to act on that wisdom is just as important.

And maybe that’s something worth asking ourselves today:

When we know in our hearts what is right, do we have the courage to act?

Wishing you a beautiful Sunday filled with love and grace. ❤️

1 Samuel 25

Sunday Grace 🤍

A Faith That Believes and a Faith That Perseveres

There are two stories in the Bible that have always touched my heart.

The first is the story of the centurion who came to Jesus asking Him to heal his servant.

When Jesus offered to come, the centurion told Him there was no need. He understood authority. He knew that Jesus didn’t have to be standing in the room to perform a miracle.

All He had to do was speak.

“But speak the word only, and my servant shall be healed.” — Matthew 8:8 (KJV)

Can you imagine having that kind of faith? To believe so completely in who Jesus is that you don’t need to see anything happen first?

The second story is about a widow who kept coming before an unjust judge, asking for justice.

He ignored her. But she kept coming.

And coming.

And coming.

Until finally, he listened.

I love her tenacity. Her refusal to give up.

Jesus told that story to teach us that we should always pray and not lose heart.

And I think that’s what I love most about these two stories.

One reminds me to believe in the power of Jesus.

The other reminds me to keep coming to Him, even when the answers don’t come right away.

Faith that believes. Faith that perseveres.

I don’t always understand God’s timing. And I certainly don’t always understand His plans.

But I want to have the kind of faith that trusts His authority and the kind of heart that never stops seeking Him.

Wishing you a beautiful Sunday filled with faith, hope, and grace. 🤍

Love, Amy 🤍

Amy’s Heart 🤍

When I was 16, I used to write prayers every night in a Mead notebook. Prayers for other people, and prayers for myself. I prayed that someday I would get married and have a family. A husband. Children.

I prayed for that for years.

I met my husband when I was 37, but I never got to have children. My life didn’t turn out the way I pictured it in those notebook pages.

For a long time, that hurt. Seeing other people have families brought up jealousy, too. I was happy for them, but I wanted that life so badly myself. There were many tears.

Now, in this season, I’m finding more acceptance. When someone shares the joy of being a mother—or becoming a grandmother—I’m learning to let myself share in their joy, too.

That doesn’t mean those old wishes never ache. They do sometimes.

But I don’t want to spend the life I have only wishing for the one I pictured. I want to be here for this one, too.

With love,
Amy 🤍

Sunday Grace 🤍

When God Redirects Our Steps

I’ve been thinking lately about how life doesn’t always turn out the way we imagined.

Sometimes we work so hard for something. We dream about it, pray about it, sacrifice for it, and finally get to see it become a reality.

And then one day, we find ourselves wondering if things need to change.

For me, lately, that’s been my little spa.

I’ve been struggling with some decisions about my business and whether keeping my little shop open is the best thing for me right now.

It’s not an easy thing to admit, especially when you’ve poured so much of your heart, time, and energy into creating something you love.

Part of me wants to hold on because I worked so hard to get here. And another part of me wonders if there’s a different way forward.

I think sometimes we associate moving forward with success and stepping backward with failure.

But who decided that taking a step back means we’ve failed?

Proverbs 16:9 reminds us:

“A man’s heart deviseth his way: but the LORD directeth his steps.” (KJV)

I’ve been thinking about that scripture a lot.

We make plans. We have dreams. We imagine how things are supposed to look. And sometimes we hold on so tightly to that picture that it’s hard to imagine anything different.

But maybe faith isn’t always about knowing exactly where we’re going.

Maybe sometimes it’s about being willing to reconsider the path we’re on.

I don’t know what I’ll decide yet. And I’m learning to be okay with not having all the answers right now.

I’m also learning that changing direction doesn’t erase the hard work, the lessons, or the beautiful moments along the way.

So if you’re in a season of uncertainty, wondering whether to hold on or let go, I hope you’ll give yourself a little grace.

You don’t have to have everything figured out today.

Taking a step back doesn’t erase how far you’ve come.

And sometimes trusting God means being willing to take a different path, even when we can’t see where it leads.

Happy Sunday. 🤍

Love,
Amy

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Amy’s Heart ❤️

I had a moment today that made me realize something about grief.

My mother-in-law bought my husband a few little things. Nothing unusual, nothing wrong with it at all.

But I noticed this little feeling come up in me.

Was I jealous?

And honestly, I felt a little ridiculous even thinking that. I’m a grown woman. I don’t need someone to buy me things.

But the more I sat with it, the more I realized…

It wasn’t about the gift.

I miss being somebody’s daughter.

Since losing my mom and dad, there isn’t anyone who thinks about me quite the way they did.

They were the people who would see something and think, Amy might like this.

They wanted things for me simply because I was their daughter. It could have been something tiny. The gift itself didn’t matter.

What mattered was knowing that somewhere in this world, my mom and dad were thinking about me.

And maybe that’s one of the parts of grief we don’t talk about very much.

When you lose your parents, you don’t only miss them.

Sometimes you miss who you were to them.

You miss being somebody’s little girl, even when you’re almost 50 years old.

I know I’m loved. I know I’m not alone. But sometimes something as small as a little gift can touch that empty place and remind me…

I just miss being somebody’s daughter. ❤️

Sunday Grace 🤍 Beauty for Ashes

Ashes are what remain when something has burned away. A dream. A relationship. The life we thought we would have.

When we’re standing in that loss, it can be hard to imagine anything beautiful coming next.

But a forest can grow again after a fire. New shoots reach through the blackened ground. Flowers bloom where there once seemed to be nothing left.

I think about that when I read God’s promise of “beauty for ashes” in Isaiah 61:3.

We don’t have to call the loss beautiful. We can grieve what mattered to us and still believe God can bring new life from here.

New possibilities. New purpose. Joy we couldn’t have pictured. Perhaps something more beautiful than we ever thought to ask for.

If you’re in a season of ashes, my prayer is that God gives you hope for what you cannot see yet. There may still be blooms ahead. 🌸