There's nothing like being a person who heavily relies on her ability to read and easily comprehend challenging herself by going places where she is functionally illiterate. I've done it twice so far. Although, I can technically still read French. Every American should do it at least once, without demanding or expecting that people speak …
The blogging wells run dry for us all from time to time. There’s regular ol’ “I can’t think of anything to say” writer’s block, when you want to blog but can’t — we’ve written about that before. And then there’s a deeper sense of blogging ennui, when you don’t even want to log in and wonder if it’s time to throw in the blogging towel.
It might be the right time to call it quits; there’s no rule that blogs have to be eternal or that you always need to blog in the same place, and it might be time to close one chapter and start something else. But it might just be the kind of lull we all experience in long-term projects; in all things, from work to parenting to creative pursuits to our favorite TV shows, our enthusiasm waxes and wanes.
Here are six ways to push through the wane and…
View original post 798 more words
Came across this interesting post that touched on a lot I probably didn’t even openly acknowledge that I feel.
This is a message to all those who are single or who have spent any years in the Church as a single person.
As a pastor who has served in local church ministry for the past 17 years, I wanted to apologize to you on behalf of so many of us who minister and who too often have failed you.
I am deeply sorry.
I’m sorry for the ways we unintentionally distanced you from community; the times that we overlooked your deep needs and your unique challenges as we planned and prepared.
I’m sorry for the times we relegated you to the segregated ghettos of Singles Ministry, making you feel that was enough to hold you over until you eventually graduated from your relational purgatory.
I’m sorry for the times you felt like an afterthought in our worship services.
I’m sorry for the times you felt unwelcome or extraneous in our small groups.
View original post 338 more words