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Essays About Us // I write about the people and places that shape us and the practices that shape our souls. // by Kensi Duszynski, MA, LMFT, CPC, DMin student
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The Ecology of Hope (opens the original)
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“And we know that suffering produces endurance, and endurance produces character, and character produces hope. And hope does not disappoint us because God’s love has been poured into our hearts.” Romans 5:3-5<div cl
Where Was I on 9/11? (opens the original)
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It was a crisp September morning. Evan had just become a resident director of a men’s dorm. We were 5 years into marriage and living on the first floor of the west wing of a traditional dormitory. When I woke up that morning, I made my way down our apartment hallway and opened the blinds of all 12 windows, as had become my habit since we moved in. As I opened my blinds to a beautiful college campus, the American flags lining the walkways took my breath away. I had a moment. Teared up. Got dresse
The Differentiation of Dolly (opens the original)
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The Legacies We Inherit (opens the original)
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It’s bizarre to me how many millennial women I’ve met who attended the Institute. In my own academic and formational journey, I keep meeting them in hallways of universities, in classrooms of seminaries, and in trauma-informed programs.“Wait—you attended the Institute, too?” Just as quickly as the questions begin, your conversation draws to a hush as others make their way around—because you’re speaking about a season you lived that’s hard to explain to others. You are not proud of the culture wa
An End of Summer Update (opens the original)
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Happy end of summer, my friend.As I sit on my patio writing this essay, the sky is two different shades of light blue, the earth is ten different shades of green, and red and goldfinches are at the feeder. It’s one of those breezy days that looks like late summer, but feels like early fall. This morning, I met up with a friend at McConnell Springs, a local park hidden in the middle of an industrial park downtown. A forming dumping ground for surrounding businesses, a bank donated the property to
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