What if being safe and listening the CDC guidelines is not an act of fear at all but an act of love?
Sometimes we feel like the world is falling apart. Like the disciples panicking in the storm, we look at the waves and wind and wonder when the boat will sink.
Whenever we have a conviction and cannot or do not live by it, we create a mental distance between our beliefs and our actions--we are singing two notes that don't go together. To protect ourselves, we mute the noise. As the distance grows, so does our guilt and despair.
I just finished the third draft of my novel, and I'm finally finding room in my mind for more book ideas. I'm dreaming about gardening warriors and a girl with anxiety finding solace in a fantastical world where one's monsters can be beaten. But I'm also fighting some old fears that keep regenerating like so... Continue Reading →
Christian anticipation does more than look ahead--it looks behind at what Jesus has already done to save us, once and for all. Anything we could ever ask for has already been done, so we know our hopes will be fulfilled.
Expectations say that the day must be perfect. Any hint of anxiety is a failure that will ruin the day--and your memories of that day, and your expectations for that day next year--forever. Not eating, escaping to be alone, or missing out on any family tradition is devastating.
I have always loved nature photography. When I was struggling with depression during my senior year of college, my eyes ached from scrolling through Pinterest for pictures of mountains and butterflies and birds. I watched nature documentaries. I obsessed over pictures of snails taken by photographer Vyacheslav Mishchenko. I sat outside in the cold and... Continue Reading →
Can we change the way we perceive things by changing the language and images we use to think about them?
Every fall is like this. On the first day, I step outside, and everything is different. The air is cooler, slightly. There's a rich, nose-tingling scent of dried leaves.