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When Your Child’s Rewriting the Narrative Between You

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rewriting the narrative

A couple of weeks ago one of my teenagers was super-miffed with my husband and me.

On a car ride home from church, after explaining a biblical position we held on a touchy subject, this unnamed teenager maintained his shock and sudden anger. read more

If Jesus Had a Tattoo

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tattooSurely you’ve thought about it. If you were going to get a tattoo, what would it be?

I have no real insights on this one. Everything I think of only sounds cool for about five seconds. And my husband has wisely postulated that if you want to get a tattoo, you should wait ten years to see if you still want it, and then get it.

I will say that tattoos are great conversation starters–because every tattoo has a story. Kind of like scars. read more

The Stories We Tell Ourselves

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Of all the vibrancy of being in another culture this week, one of my least favorite is the language barrier. It’s as if I’m constantly stopping myself from asking the questions I want to know of people–from relating.

The late neurosurgeon Paul Kalanithi, in his bestselling When Breath Becomes Air, writes of the two areas of speech in the brain: read more

Guest Post: Is Insecurity Robbing Your Family?

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I guess you could say that because of my story, which I shared last week–I’m pretty passionate about giving insecurity the boot. Maybe it’s much more so in parenting because I watch how my kids Xerox my values.

And I know how much it’s robbed from me.

I told you how insecurity—for far too long—was a giant, life-sucking Hoover in my marriage. It was as if I’d wrapped a leash around my neck, panting to be led by someone’s opinions. …Even complete strangers. read more

When Helping Hurts [You], Part III: When Aisha Died

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helping hurts

The phone connection sounded a bit like Oliver, one of my closest Ugandan friends, was crushing newspapers on the other end; I held the phone an inch from my ear. But I didn’t miss what made my hand fly to my chest: “Aisha…she passed. It was just too late. Things were already too bad.”

Aisha. Perhaps you remember her from this photo, snapped from my phone two and a half months ago, outside a mud hut in the slums of Namuwongo. She’s the young mother of four kids. A twenty-something.

What’s your story?

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whats your story text 2

Maneuvering through the pale morning light in traffic yesterday, my husband and I saw a man execute a backflip on the side of the road.

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