Every evening around six o’clock that summer, a clown with bright orange hair and a fluorescent purple polka-dotted top hat rode past my house on a neon blue unicycle. A black lab in a red bowtie darted around below him. The first time, despite the fact that I usually find
Want to see how your physical posture affects your spiritual experience? Try this contemplative exercise to increase awareness of your body in worship. Offer God your observations in prayer, and see what He says. In Romans 12:1-2, Paul urges us to offer our bodies as living sacrifices as our spiritual
After working through a layer of trauma in my story, I distinctly remember being ridiculously excited about eggs in the morning. Somehow, the prospect of being able to wake up and make myself scrambled eggs filled me with a deep, irrational joy. It was as if God had enriched all
During my sabbatical in 2020, my friend Robin (Klapheke) Jones excitedly asked me if I had any ideas stirring for the painting I now had time, space, and motivation to do. Her question and enthusiasm spurred me out of my laziness, and several months later, out came a four-piece series
Back in college, I often lay awake late into the night, mentally scrolling through my ever-increasing prayer list. Sometimes I would drift into sleep, only to jerk awake at two a.m., horrified to realize I had missed praying for the last few people.
God’s hospitality floods the pages of Scripture, and our embodiment of His Word enables us to join Him in bringing healing to people’s lives.
Revealing a false equation that results in disordered thinking, eating, and emotional attachments as we swap the balanced, kind care of our God-given bodies for the pursuit of cultural constructs of beauty and fitness.
I never set out to write on sexuality, God knows. But so many women in their twenties wept in my counseling office (and I, with them) about sexual experiences they regretted, I had to pick up a pen. I never expected, though, that study and writing on sexuality would crack
In the mid-80s, the Army War College developed a term to describe the global environment at the end of the Cold War. I use it in our household to describe ever increasing amounts of chaos, looking to my husband and stating with a knowing look, “That’s a whole lotta VUCA.”
A colonel I knew said that when he was deployed to Afghanistan as a battalion commander, he made sure to get the best sleep of anyone in his unit. That seemed odd—shouldn’t he have worked longer and harder, sacrificing his rest for the sake of his soldiers? But he had