It’s not easy being an international student. For one, you’ll be leaving an entire support system behind with the challenge of gaining independence in a foreign country ahead of you. As an 18-year-old, I arrived in Canada on a whim about two weeks before school started. I had missed my school of choice in the […]
We assume we should milk what we can and spend as we like, as if we were mainly citizens of the mall, devotees of capitalist consumerism rather than Christ. Humans, animals, and ecosystems are all suffering as a result.
I have been imbalanced. I have tried too hard to construct a perfect theological system, thinking that that will solve all my problems. All the while, I have lost touch with the fact that God reveals Himself primarily through narrative and personhood, not systems and theories.
Communication is an enormous part of our daily interactions. Being able to relay what we want or need from others, as well as to listen and understand what others want or need from us is a part of every moment of life.
Am I making a difference? Do they appreciate it? Am I doing a good job? Does anything I do matter? Truth is, we go through the season of parenting never really knowing the answers to any of these kinds of questions, because the answers aren’t with us. They’re with our children.
Everyone wants margin in their lives but few have the courage to give themselves such a thing. It takes courage to have space. It takes courage to do less. It takes courage to say no.
You feel indifference bubbling in the pit of your stomach. In your work to help others, you take in the hurt of those around you, and feel your compassion slipping away. You register the nightmare of someone else’s reality, but your eyes glaze over.
The once solitary journey is now hardly distinguishable from everyday life. The challenge of living without modern amenities has been taken away; people seeking solitude and self-reflection in their pilgrimage will be extremely disappointed.
Sports demanded discipline. Sports asked not just for my mind — as the intellectual incubator we call college or university too often does – but for my body as well.
I was sick of the eating disorder that tormented our oldest daughter, the smell of vomit in our bathroom, the arguments my husband and I had about where to hide the food so Jenny wouldn’t devour it on her night binges.