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Is this for you? Hi Reader, Who is a creator? You might be a creator if... You are a business owner, or want to be one You are a writer, or want to be one You are a blogger or YouTuber, or want to be one You are a team leader or member, working on a common goal You are an artist, p...

What is Joyful Heart Mastery? We’ve all seen videos of little kids giggling uncontrollably over simple things—funny sounds, a parent playing peek-a-boo. It delights our hearts to witness that pure, unabashed joy. But when was the last time you felt that kind of joy? Or any kind of joy at all? ...

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(When Your Loved Ones Won’t Join You on the Rare Faith Journey) By Ann Ferguson Have you ever found yourself on fire with purpose—learning the universal laws of thought, seeing miracles unfold—and yet the people closest to you just... don’t care? Same. It can be so frustrating to feel like you...

Ann Ferguson shares a powerful story about her wrestle with God as she struggled to step into what has become a life-calling for her. It's a journey I've seen countless people make, and the struggle is definitely real. I don't think anyone can really step into his or her full potential without tr...

By Heather Gibson A Message from Ann Ferguson: My brother committed suicide when I was a senior in high school. It was one of the darkest times of my life. I can’t fully describe it with words—except to say the sun was kicked out of my life. Everything felt dark and numb. Time passed, and wit...

by Ann Ferguson Push Until You Can’t, Rest Until You Can That’s the rule in the new online exercise program I started a few weeks ago. It’s a totally different rhythm than I’m used to, and honestly? I’ve been having a hard time wrapping my head around it. When I take a class at the gym, I push...

by Ann Ferguson When I was a child, I asked my mom questions. But they weren’t the usual questions you’d expect from a three-year-old. They were the kind of questions even adults struggle to answer. I have this memory: one morning, I asked her, "How high is up?" I didn't know much about the wor...

by Ann Ferguson Years ago, I believed that living in lack was simply my lot in life. It felt like I was missing everything—everything but the air I was required to breathe. I lacked love: my husband had turned his heart away from me and given it to another woman. I lacked time: I had five small ...

by Ann Ferguson My Son Is Picking Up These Principles! Today I took my granddaughters to the park while my son was in drama class. It just didn’t make sense to bring two energetic little girls into a theater setting, especially when there was a park right across the street—and it was a beautifu...

by Ann Ferguson Push until you can’t. Rest until you can. Those are the rules for the new online exercise program I started a few weeks ago. And honestly? It’s throwing me off. This rhythm of working out is completely new to me, and I’m still wrapping my head around it. When I take a gym class...

by Ann Ferguson I have children and a husband who are not interested in learning about the Laws of Thought. They’ve resisted every nudge I’ve made to read The Jackrabbit Factor or to explore the power of these principles. It’s frustrating. I want to share this quest—this beautiful, miraculous j...

by Ann Ferguson When I see a rosebud, I see potential. I love the anticipation of it blooming. It hasn’t opened yet, but it’s already beautiful—and it brings me joy. When I see a rose that has just started to bloom, I see growth. I lean in and breathe in the fragrance it's offering the world. I...

by Ann Ferguson I was afraid to write for years. It started my senior year of high school with one devastating experience: a research paper. From that moment, a belief took root—my writing isn’t acceptable or valuable. That belief quietly grew into a story I told myself over and over until it b...

by Ann Ferguson I remember the moment I realized I had stopped dreaming. My fiancé was fixing the keyboard tray on my desk—it kept falling off the tracks. We were about four months away from starting our new life together, and he was eager to help me out of the situation I was living in at the t...

by Ann Ferguson Leslie Householder's voice echoed in my mind: "When there is a choice, I choose to believe." "What kind of doctor ordered your MRI for today?" the woman behind the registration desk asked. My heart sank. My doctor is a naturopath. Oh no, not this. Not now. "What do you mean, wha...