Author: Mary Michener

Feeding the Soul

I had seen a window of opportunity to get away for a couple days to feed my soul. I presented the options to hubby. After doing some searching for options, he was concerned about cost with the many other summer

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Burdened

Apparently, caring others burdens is something I am still working on. This is not the first time I’ve written on being burdened. As I walk this new road to health, it became clear that I have carried the burdens of

Freedom-Self Indulgence

We were hiking up this long inclined trail to get to this beautiful overlook. It started to feel like we were on the wrong path. It was taking a long time to get there. We could see the top. We

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Too Christian?

I am often asked why I didn’t become a pastor. The truth is the thought of going to seminary scared me. I was scared that I wasn’t Christian enough. I was scared I was going to have to change. I

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Behind the Fridge

The road to healing and health can sometimes take us down unexpected paths. I tend to equate dealing with the dark, gross stuff in our lives as cleaning behind the fridge. We don’t go there very often. It is a

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Perfection as Defense

Perfection is a long time friend. One I’ve been trying to break up with for decades. It has served me well over the years. It’s time to stop using perfection as a defense. It’s the perfect mask. It allows me

Graduation in Faith

It is that time of year when graduations are all around. As a program director at Bethel University, faculty break out the bulky hot robes with weird hoods and silly hats for commencement. As awkward as it feels, it is

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Remember

Memorial Day is a great time to pause and remember. We remember those who gave their life through the ultimate sacrifice. Their life for our freedom. There is something about pausing to remember that also causes me to remember the

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Unexpressed Anger

I have never been good at expressing anger. I tend to stuff it down claiming that it is better for everyone. I worry that expressing my anger will hurt someone. Needless to say, that means I have a lot of

Mama’s Heart

Recently, my husband has been noting the different way a mom (me) approaches parenting versus a dad (him). He has his approach and I have mine. The truth is we do approach things differently. A mama’s heart is fiercely protective,

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