Life, Spiritual Walk

Just do it.

This weekend has been meaningful encounter after meaningful encounter, and this morning, after saying “yes” to many an upcoming coffee date, phone conversation, and upcoming meeting, I thought to myself:

Am I going to have any time left for me?

As an introvert, this is a question I think about frequently and is actually a point of anxiety. I crave my solitude and recharge time.

When is my next alone time?

I found myself overwhelmed by this question, And immediately knew I had to hand my schedule over to God. I know He is calling me to be open and available in this stage of life, and I trust that He won’t give me more than I can handle. It’s important to balance self-care and ministry, but when God says go, trust that He will also prepare the rest and recharge that you need.

Just a thought!

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Life, Spiritual Walk

How to Find a Mentor

It was October 2016 and I was preparing for a conference that my department was hosting that month. My coworker and I were talking about last-minute details, specifically an area I was in charge of in the main hall with programs and resources for the delegates provided from our department and the main speakers of the event.

“One of the speakers wants to share a few resources. Could you print them and make sure they are available to everyone?”

Of course I said yes, so I proceeded to print out 400 copies each. And when I saw what the first resource said, I was irritated.

The speaker was discussing mentorship, and I still didn’t know what to do about a spiritual mentor in my own life.

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Life

Why I Learned to Date Myself

I have a confession: as I write this, I’m sitting on my couch, drinking a to-go Banana Royale milkshake from an amazing burger bar just a few minutes down the road from my house. The restaurant is one of my favorite places to eat; they have gourmet burgers, fries, shakes, and drinks. My favorite burger combination is a turkey burger with Swiss cheese, mayo, avocado, lettuce, and I like to add on a fried egg. My side is usually sweet potato fries with a yogurt dipping sauce. My fruity drink is a coke with grenadine.

My husband isn’t a fan of said burger bar. He says the service is slow, the burgers are piled too high (“I can’t pick it up”), and it’s too expensive (“Fries are extra? What is this?”). Now, all of his points are valid: we could get cheaper, faster burgers with fries included somewhere else, but it’s still my favorite. So I save it for date night.

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