There are a thousand ways that I could start this post—a story of submission gone awry (I have plenty), or my general philosophy on rules and my compulsion to break them, or a historical background of cultural patriarchy during Biblical times. But instead, I want to start with Jesus and how he modeled submission for…

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  We are not our own, and therefore we need to steward everything we’ve been entrusted with, bodies included, well. But when people start talking about stewarding our bodies, I immediately get a bad attitude. This is largely because I have always reduced body stewardship to sexual fidelity and eating boring food. I understand the…

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It was a foot-in-mouth kind of week for me. Are you familiar with the type? I have little to no chill in most area of my life, so no one should be surprised that I have a tendency to not only toe boundaries, but to plow right past them. When I’m writing, I have the…

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I was raised to handle emotions very differently. My dad is a firm believer that a good sweat can remedy any funk or fever, while my mother preaches the restorative power of crying it out. Whether or not these theories are backed by science is completely irrelevant; the history of my lineage whole-heartedly believes that…

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When I was a teacher I began each of my classes with a personal question that the students would answer on a note card. These questions ranged from surface level things like “what’s your favorite cereal?” to more philosophical things like “Do the ends justify the means? Explain”. The most difficult questions for students to…

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We’re five days into 2018 and I’ve already had some laughable meltdowns. I am both the perpetrator and the victim here because I have zero chill when it comes to goals. I shoot for the moon and feel guilt and shame when I don’t master a new language, write-edit-and-publish a book, or wake up before…

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