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Tag Archives | identity
Finding Myself in Britain – an interview with Amy Boucher Pye
Today I’m really excited to be hosting interviewing author Amy Boucher Pye, author of the popular Finding Myself in Britain, and GIVING AWAY TWO COPIES OF HER BOOK. Find out what Americans find surprising about Brits, the unexpected costs of leaving your own country, and what it means to find your identity in Christ when you feel like you don’t belong anywhere. Enjoy!
The Things We Never Say – The Silent Suffering of Parents
[Jesus] has appeared to me, again and again, in spit-up and poopy diapers, in weepy eyes and runny noses. He has appeared in the mess and the tiredness of it all, and said, Here, touch me. Put your hand in my side.
Like me, like me, like me (Confessions of a social media addict)
crisis hits, you grab whatever lifeline you can in order to survive. Facebook and Twitter saved me from loneliness at the most difficult time of my life. But if you’re not careful, the rope that once saved you can become a noose around your neck.
The Beauty of Being Average
I’m a mezzo soprano, mezzo meaning ‘middle’ and sounding like ‘messy’, both of which I feel. In our culture, we are accustomed to disdaining the middle. The words ‘average’ and ‘mediocre’ sound insulting – we like the top, and even the bottom; we like the extremes, the specialisms.
The Memory Keeper
Eventually I sob out to a few friends on Voxer: Who am I? What am I doing with my life? – and it feels good to have released something. My friend Sarah replies, and says that in lots of cultures around the world, the women, particularly the mothers, are the archivists. They record the memories, take the photos, write the stories.
God, Depression, and Me {guest post}
I don’t know many people who are eager to take medication, especially for those “invisible” psychological needs. And in the church there is often a peculiar bias against mental unhealth, an implicit or explicit message of “If you had enough faith, depression would not be an issue.”
Kangaroos and writing
He had finished twirling and now he was jumping. Concentration, both knees bent, then a tiny flight in the air and a big thump forward. That’s a jump. Watching my toddler, it looked like a whole lot of effort. It’s surprising how quickly we forget, how these things become second nature. (Not that I would […]
