Have you ever considered that what you do when you’re under stress actually reveals a lot about what’s going on under the surface? I just spent the last five days with my dear friends who were visiting from out of town, which is the best and I loved having them here, but whenever you host
I was a part of one church for twenty eight years. Yes, you heard me right…twenty. eight. years. To me that was my normal, I couldn’t have imagined growing up any different. My parents joined our home church soon after they found God in the 70’s, and immediately fell in love with the grace message
If you have ever been talking to someone who is more interested in checking their phone than hearing you talk, I’m willing to bet you felt pretty different than when you were speaking to someone who was fully engaged in what you were saying. Some of the characteristics of the “not-so-great” listener might be…easily distracted,
So much of waiting includes hiddenness. You feel hidden. Your way feels hidden. God feels hidden. We live in a world that’s wired to investigate and uncover what’s hiding in order to expose a wrong or put a noteworthy thing on display. We only like mystery if we can solve it and figure it out,
When I first greet clients in the waiting area and take them back to my office whether it’s for our first or fortieth session they are usually feeling a combination of nervous, afraid, agitated, stressed, and any other possible emotion. If I were to try and plow full speed ahead into a deep conversation with
Somehow the word vulnerability has become a trendy “buzz word” over the past few years, and it’s actually fascinating when you consider that the definition is: “the quality or state of being exposed to the possibility of being attacked or harmed, either physically or emotionally.” I would imagine that if you’re anything like me, the notion of
I started going to therapy after realizing that thing my cousin did to me as a child was sexual abuse and the repercussions were resounding in my life a decade later. I don’t know how the brain works or why memories resurfaced during a summer abroad trip in England, but they did, so I began