Archive for the ‘Spiritual Disciplines’ Category
The old rugged couch
October 1st, 2012 by Heather Mather
TweetAs an intern at a counseling center with many rooms to choose from, I have found that my clients don’t like me to change locations on them when they come in for a session. The word “discombobulated” comes to mind. They look around confused and uncertain, attempting to adjust to the shock. For the most [...]
Tags: bible reading, Heather Mather, quiet time, rituals, therapy
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Shame and surprise from a crippled squirrel
September 10th, 2012 by L. James Everett, III.
TweetGiven our relation to God as his creatures, and given who God is, it makes perfect sense for us to ask him for things. We are not our own creations, ultimately. Some things are “up to us” but we didn’t put ourselves here, and we don’t sustain ourselves in existence. God does. We are totally [...]
Tags: L. James Everett, prayer, provision, squirrel
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My body, my friend
September 3rd, 2012 by Sarah Jackson
TweetThree times this week I’ve dreamt I could run again. Three times I’ve laced up my shoes and felt adrenaline shoot through my veins, urging my body to sweat and ache and conquer pain. Three times I’ve awakened with an aching soul yearning to do the thing the doctor won’t let me do, the thing [...]
Tags: gardening, Illness, Sarah Jackson
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Wiping Away Worry
July 2nd, 2012 by Sarah Jackson
TweetIf there is one thing I’m good at it’s worrying. For years my propensity to worry has gobbled up my peace and joy. I’ve tried to combat it with breathing techniques and lots of chocolate, but all that does is make the room spin and my stomach churn. My propensity to worry is rooted in [...]
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Splashing with God
June 18th, 2012 by Sarah Jackson
TweetIt’s late afternoon and I’m sitting with my dad atop a cliff overlooking the Pacific Ocean. He is absorbed in his book, but mine lays unopened next to me. I can’t take my eyes off the turquoise water. I watch it ripple and churn and lick the sandy shores. For an hour and a half [...]
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