A man once told me that after a Sunday service he had attended with his teenage son, he was approached by a fellow church member. This woman told the man that she had noticed his son during the service, and that the son had looked as if he was desperate to leave from the start. She suggested, in love of…
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31 Days to Finding Freedom: {Day 14} Both hard and holy
I have been planning all along to write this post on freedom in the context of marriage, and every time I sat down to begin, I found myself deleting as much as I wrote. After fifteen years of living with and loving the same man, I still do not feel qualified to do anything beyond share what I know from…
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31 Days to Finding Freedom: {Day 13} Shape not Break
Yesterday I talked about the earth shattering discovery that my introverted temperament was, in fact, not a character flaw. Call me a late bloomer, but I’ve since learned that a number of my personality ‘issues’ aren’t actually issues at all. They are just the way that I’m woven together. I like the toilet seat down and all of the kitchen…
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31 Days to Finding Freedom: {Day 12} Freedom Fits
My oldest and I were chatting about friends recently, when I tried to explain to her the difference between an introvert and an extrovert. Also known as the difference between me and her. Or, in her opinion, the difference between sad and fun. I know she didn’t mean to be hurtful, she simply could not understand why one would not…
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31 Days to Finding Freedom: {Day 11} What are you practicing?
If fear were an art form, I would be Rembrandt or Austen or Mozart. I have practiced the art of fear since I was a child. It began with the usual suspects: spiders, the dark, strangers. But over the years it grew in strength and morphed into something far less innocuous. Fear of failure, of being wrong, of physical harm,…
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