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weekly reflections from the intersection of mental health and faith
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One Year Later (opens the original)
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You’re Invited! (opens the original)
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There Are Still Lanterns (opens the original)
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I’m not supposed to admit out loud that things are hard. It goes against everything in me. And yet, keeping that truth hidden doesn’t make it any less true. No truth kept locked away disappears. I wonder who I’m trying to save by staying silent. Certainly not myself, although perhaps my reputation. Perhaps anyone else from forced action or burdensome thought.They — an elusive, faceless “they” — tell us to write from what has been healed, what has been made perfect and complete, rendered down to
God Among Us (opens the original)
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The most vivid memory I have from telling my then-pastor about my self-injury as a teenager is the weight of a hand on my knee. As I walked into the small classroom attached to the gym where our high school youth group met, I was shaking. It was the only outward clue that I was absolutely petrified of what revealing my deepest secret would mean for me. When I took my seat in one of the cushioned chairs pulled into a circle, the young twenty-something youth volunteer I’d told a few weeks earlier
What If...? (opens the original)
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Earlier this week, I spoke at a worship night hosted by the women’s ministry at my church. As I finished and left the stage, I paused backstage to take my mic off and hand it off to the sound team, cut through the greenroom where I’d spent most of the previous hour watching the event unfold on a screen showing multiple camera angles, and slipped into the back of the sanctuary to join in the last few minutes of worship.<a class="image-link image2 is-viewable-img" href="https://substackcdn.com/ima
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