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You Believe What You Do

I was a very litigious adolescent. I mean, I wasn’t literally bringing court cases as a 12 year old, but I saw injustice everywhere. This happened to be in the late 90s and early 00s when “hypocrisy” was a regular topic of conversation and “hypocrite” a label to be avoided. The buzzword was used to…

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The Sacred Practice of Saying ‘No’

Last week I wrote about integrity and I felt like I left something out: being a person of integrity isn’t just about what you do. It’s also about what you don’t do.  I’ve had a few conversations lately with people who feel like their friends only show up when they need something. They’re dissatisfied with…

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Being Honest About Your Weaknesses (Even When It Hurts)

Have you ever worried what would happen if you had to be honest about your imperfections? Do you feel like life is sometimes a Jenga tower, balanced on some of your strengths with each weakness only precariously holding up the blocks above them? Do you acknowledge your weaknesses or do you prefer to pretend like…

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You’re Not Failing, You’re Just Overwhelmed

How do you get anything done if everything has to get done?I mean, I love a good list. I’m great at organizing my thoughts. I’m even getting really good at delegating.But where do you start when your to do list is longer than Santa’s? Someone once told me you can only reasonably expect yourself to…

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For When You Feel Like a Failure

I distinctly remember sitting in counseling one day, frustrated with myself. I’d only been a solo parent for a few years and was struggling to juggle the responsibilities that come with parenting, keeping home functional and people fed, and giving myself and kids the time and space to process everything we’d just experienced. In the…

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It Felt Like My Faith Was Part of the Problem

This post was originally published on incourage.me. I had gotten my two kids and myself dressed for church and finished filling two huge cookie jars for the church coffee hour. Other than the presence of some more-than-usual tension in my chest, I would’ve thought it was any other Sunday morning. But then, everything went wrong….

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