Posted in November 2012

A Different Perspective on Dating

A long time ago, I heard someone suggest  that single women should “date” Jesus instead of worrying so much about trying to find a husband. The whole idea struck me as a little weird and, if I’m honest, kind of stupid. I mean, sure it sounds ooey-goey spiritual and all, but really? Let’s be honest. Being in … Continue reading

Perfectionism Series: Failure Doesn’t Kill You

Failure-phobia is a common problem, even for people who aren’t perfectionists. Of course it’s completely normal and understandable that we would rather not fail. Failing stinks. Whether it’s not making the volleyball team in high school to getting fired from a job to getting rejection slips from one publisher after another, it leaves us feeling heartbroken, ashamed, and inadequate. But if … Continue reading

Giving Thanks in and for Everything

In honor of Thanksgiving, I wanted to share these beautiful (and challenging) thoughts about giving thanks from Ann Voskamp’s book, One Thousand Gifts: A Dare to Live Fully Right Where You Are. If you haven’t read it, I highly recommend it. Facing the abandonment of God Himself (does it really get any worse than this?), Jesus … Continue reading

Perfectionism Series: Give Yourself Time

The thing about healing and recovering is that it’s usually slow progress, and it’s marked by setbacks and confusion and pain. A lot of pain. Spoiled by an instant-everything society, we want fast fixes. This is especially true for people like me who think that we should do everything perfectly–including healing–and that means healing almost instantaneously. “I should not still … Continue reading

Don’t Let the Setbacks Take You Down

Tonight’s one of those nights. You think you’re doing fine, and all the sudden…bam! You feel like you might fall apart. Sure, I could blame my job, because working 14 hour days will certainly strain a person. It’s reasonable that I feel tired and stressed. I also realize that’s just life sometimes. Yet I found myself … Continue reading