This whole pneumonia thing is a non-story, and the attention it’s getting is maddening.
A collection of interesting things I found on the web this week.
I’m in my eleventh year of blogging. That’s 142 in Web Years! I wrote some good stuff back then. Like this post, from 2010.
Author Ramez Naam is from the future, and he has some insight into how our present might play out.
Fat or not fat, plus freelancing or unemployed on this week’s Friday Link Love.
A few weeks ago was the Autumnal Equinox. Do you know what this means?!
Okay, it kind of is. I’ve been involved in the church my entire life — born and raised, plus my parents were both on staff of our very large mega church in the midwest — and as a result I feel a bit of fatigue when it comes to church programing like YOUTH GROUPS and WOMENS GROUPS. But at the same time, I see a need in my own life to know and be known by other women. And when…
I’m trying to figure out how to write about the perils and joys of parenting a ‘tween girl without completely mortifying her. When my kids were little, blogging connected me with other moms I related to and made me feel less crazy, and it was therapeutic for processing stressful issues in my marriage. I miss that feeling of connectedness that comes with writing openly about my emotions — connectedness to myself, mainly. Which is weird. Writers are weird. For me,…
A friend shared this post on Facebook awhile back, and it resonated with me: When folks gather around a system of shared beliefs, the price of acceptance in the group is usually agreement, which means the greatest value—stated or not—is being right. Unfortunately, this often creates an atmosphere of fear and performance, which in turn invites conformity. But when people gather around a shared need for healing, the price of acceptance in the group is usually vulnerability, which means the greatest…
Mark Driscoll mentored me alongside other young men and women who served at the time, and my life is better because of how he connected a theoretical gospel to my real, practical, every day life.
Earlier this year I realized I make an extremely unlikely CEO. Thankfully, I didn’t let it drag me into a death spiral of despair!
Here’s a fun experiment. Take a person who is never alone and is terrible at making decisions and drop her off at the airport alone with a backpack and a ticket to Vegas.
So often when I hear or read interviews like this about amazing people, I feel inspired for a moment, but then I feel discouraged because my life doesn’t come close to measuring up, and there’s little about their story that I can connect and apply to my own situation.
I felt differently about this interview.
If you’re hurting, your record is gonna gonna gonna gonna skip a little for awhile, and some people just won’t get it.
I’m learning that, for me, the hardest part of following Jesus is being content that his unconditional love and intimate knowledge of my inner thought-life is enough.