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It's been a long time since I've engaged in this form of public self-expression. So long in fact that my web browser no longer identified or automatically remembered the site address. So here's an update on the many things that have happened over the past couple of months: Soccer. Lots and lots of soccer. Faith had an excellent season and really demonstrated her athleticism and potential in

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It's been awhile since I've processed in this space. I have a list of blog-worthy topics, but little time for the labor and delivery necessary to produce an actual post. But after taking some time to read a bit of Engendered Lives: A New Psychology of Women's Experience by Ellyn Kaschak this morning, I couldn't defuse the urge to write something on the topic. "From the masculine perspective,

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Are we the only people who talk like this? Me: Bri, I was reading about the female brain today. Did you know that the prefrontal cortex doesn't typically develop completely until the age of 22 in women? Bri: Really? What's the prefrontal cortex? Me: It's the part of the brain primarily responsible for executive functioning and making sure that a person's behavior or actions sync up with their

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I've been following this woman's blog since shortly after Christmas. Her husband died suddenly just before the holiday and now she is trying to pick up the pieces of her life with their two young sons. Her words are tragically beautiful and captivating. I wonder about my faithfulness to reading her blog - a stranger to me (I was introduced to her blog by a dear friend who thought I'd appreciate

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The past two weeks has been filled with making plans for our new home. We signed a contract to build a new track home in a housing development right next to the elementary school the girls have been attending. Making this decision was a tedious process. Brian and I couldn't help but reflect on how much we have abandoned our former impulsive ways. We are living our lives with greater intention

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Bri & I celebrated Valentine's Day in a different way this year. I got to play a small part in hosting a benefit dinner and concert on behalf of this organization. Check them out. The Broken Heart Club from LOVE146 on Vimeo.

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Considering I got married a year out of high school and began having babies shortly thereafter, I have never really experienced a significant amount of "aloneness." I am often surrounded by people. It wasn't until I began graduate school that I started to question if I could ever stand being alone for an extended period of time. A few short months into the counseling program, my practicum leader

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I guess. I've been thinking a lot lately about how serious I seem in these blog posts of mine. It's strange how only a certain part of me is able to bleed onto these virtual pages filled with somber-toned words. For whatever reason, the freakishly weird and goofy parts of me rarely reveal themselves in this space. Why is that? I'm not sure. Perhaps it is because this is one of few outlets I

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High desert snowcapped arrows break the surface of the cold crisp blue blanket suffocating me Chapped skin dry tongue quenched only by memory of dew drops discovered anew each morning near the sea Must acclimate for survival slowly i am learning to live with less breath trees water High desert challenge me I will survive hope will sustain enduring hope from the taste of life known near the sea

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So I caught up on reading this blog. It is the story of an MHGS Alumnus that was in a motorcycle accident in June of 2010. He broke his back in the accident and had less than a 10% chance of ever having significant movement below the middle of his chest. My faith in miracles has been renewed after reading his story and watching this video this morning.

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We were in a minor fender-bender on New Year's Eve. We probably shouldn't have even gone out that day, we knew the roads would be slick after the 8 inches of snow we welcomed the day before. But considering the five of us are all still living in a single bedroom, the need to venture out after being snowed in for a day was too significant to resist. We were about to turn into a parking lot when I

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I was perusing Barnes & Noble yesterday and took the time to read, "The Littlest Angel." I know that it is a popular children's story, but I had never read it before. At the end of the story, a little boy who apparently became an angel in heaven after departing from earth at the age of 4, offers the baby Jesus a small box containing all of the treasures he had collected while on earth. These

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I needed to rant a bit this morning about a few current events... Was anyone else disturbed by the fact that Broncos player, Perish Cox, was allowed to play during the game this past Sunday? He was arrested and charged with felony sexual assault a few days before the game. He posted his $50,000 bail, left jail and didn't seem to skip a beat...oh wait, that's right, he wasn't allowed to play as a

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Whenever I need to connect to what is going on inside of me, music tends to pave the way. This song is serving such a purpose today.

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"No coward soul is mine, No trembler in the world's storm-troubled sphere: I see Heaven's glories shine, And faith shines equal, arming me from fear." ~Emily Bronte

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I have experienced a number of restless nights this past week and on one of these occasions I found myself fighting with God. I wouldn't equate this experience to Jacob's physical battle (which, in my mind, is likely to have been metaphorical anyway). Instead I felt this insane intense need to verbally attack God while Brian and the girls were all sound asleep. Now, I feel the need to report that

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Well, my first week at attempting to stick to a rhythm of regular weekly blogging didn't exactly happen the way I had intended it to. Imagine that. Kierkegaard's quote, "The road to hell is paved with good intentions," haunts me most days of my life. But here I am, a few days late, with something to sort out. Last Friday (the day I was supposed to be blogging in this space) I took the girls to

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Before I begin with what I really came here to rant write about, let me first say that life is starting to take shape out here. I have officially opened up a private practice (as you can see below) which is the largest piece to the puzzle of my life in Colorado thus far. To help subsidize my income in these beginning stages of growing a practice, I am currently doing some very part-time work for

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A friend posted this find on facebook and I just had to share it here!  The beauty of connection portrayed in an absolutely breath-taking way. Nuit Blanche from Spy Films on Vimeo.

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It's official...I've started a private practice.  Check out my website!

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It's been a long time since I've desired to write poetry. This morning I received this quote from a dear friend: "Joy in God is a way of living out and finding ever richer ways of being in communion with others, within the demands of concrete and changing situations and ecologies of relationship. It is surely joy in God, but it is also joy in oneself, in others, in the world. Joy as

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Last week I awoke and began my regular morning routine: turning off the alarm on my iphone, checking my email and facebook for the usual early morning updates. I'm a bit embarrassed to admit that one of the first things I do each morning is read facebook statuses. What can I say...it gets my brain moving a bit. On this particular morning it actually got my heart beating rapidly as well. One

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My life is out of sorts right now. Though I'm not sure when it was ever in sorts, I am convinced that this is the most out of sorts it has been in a very long time. We are in an undeniable state of limbo right now. And I hate the limbo. It gives me a really uncomfortable feeling in the pit of my stomach. Apparently it is not wise to drink two cups of coffee in the morning when your stomach

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The girls and I decided to pick up Prince Caspian for a bed time reading this time around. It's book 4 in the C.S. Lewis' Chronicles of Narnia and it has become one of my favorite of the series. This particular quote captured my heart last night:"...Caspian, though tears had come into his eyes at saying good-bye to Doctor Cornelius, felt brave and, in a way, happy, to think that he was King

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Belfast Dividing Wall, July 2010I recently listened to Rob Bell's interview with Peter Rollins. You can download it or listen to it here. I love this guy. After listening to this interview I heard his voice in my head all night while I was sleeping. He stirs something within...a part of me that is not so easily stirred these days - a part of me that linked intricately with the desire for

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Bailey: Mommy, why does Taylor Swift always sing about boys?Me: I know, B, it's a bit ridiculous isn't it?Bailey: Doesn't she know there are more important things in the world than boys?!Me: (In my head) I can't wait to remind you of this statement when you're 16.

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It seems that the days of the week continue to escape and I'm left wondering when it will feel like we are actually building a life once more. So far, most of our time out here has been consumed with trying to help the girls with the transition as much as possible - getting them into school, joining a soccer league, trying to develop a rhythmic routine on school nights, and leaving space for

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"We can't know or be or do everything; we can only listen, notice, and feel our way into who our children are, who we are, and what each of us needs in order to become fully realized as who we are. Mothering is partly about improvisation, creativity, and an openness to discovering what is emergent." - Daphne de Marneffe in Maternal Desire: On Children, Love and the Inner Life

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I've been wondering lately if we made the "right" choice in moving back here to colorful Colorado. This morning as this annoying question found it's way to the surface of my mind for about the 100th time, it dawned on me that the question is a set-up in and of itself. The question is framed in such a way that one choice is elevated as "good" and one as "bad"...or at least "not as good". Maybe

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With no paper deadlines or assigned reading on the daily agenda, I have finally been able to make a small dent in my amazon wish list of books. A Thousand Splendid Suns was the first book I picked up and cried my way through in about a day and a half. Brilliant. Perhaps even better than Kite Runner. If any of you have not given this book a read at this point, I highly recommend it. Hosseini

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Dear Blog,I have missed you. I probably think about you everyday...and there are so many things that I long to share with you. But I must confess, it is really hard to face you. It's nothing you should take personally. It's just that you remind me of a season in my life that has come to a close. You see, right now, I'm back in the in-between...and as of right now, I really really REALLY hate

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Yikes! I have 17 minutes to spit out this long overdue post about our trip to Ireland before I have to go retrieve my lil' ladies from school. I thought I'd share about this amazing experience using a few photos...so here are just a few of my favorites! Oh...and just to prepare you, the few readers I still have, these photos have not been edited and were taken by our pathetic point-and-shoot

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I guess since I've taken up residence once again in your terrain that now might be a good time to clear the air and reacquaint ourselves a bit. I know that I'm not technically a native since I first arrived on your soil at the tender age of 5, but you never seemed to hold that against me. And now that I've been away for four years, I hope that your acceptance is even further extended. I have

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I think last night was the first night of a full 8 hours of sleep in at least 2 weeks...but quite possibly in a month's time. And now, after a night filled with anxiety-ridden dreams, I am sitting by myself in bed with my computer upon my lap wondering when the last time was that I had a few minutes in the morning to myself. Brian is off to get a couple of cavities filled before he picks up the

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There are no words to describe all that I am feeling in these final moments. So when there are no words...there is always dance. Click here to watch what happens when words are abandoned and movement becomes language.

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This photo was taken a couple of weeks after we sold our vehicles, garage-saled a quarter of what we owned, put the rest in storage and left Littleton, Colorado to live briefly in the beautiful country of Uganda. This was the girls' first day as students at the Kabira International School and it was Brian's very first day of teaching his own class! Now, nearly four years later, we are about to

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And I stumbled upon this wonderful video. Faith was apparently entertaining herself a few mornings ago with my computer!

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I know the truthYou think you dobut you don't I'm strong I'm fragileI'm youngI'm oldI know the truthYou think you dobut you don'tI'm wiseI'm faking I'm contentI'm hungryI know the truthYou think you dobut you don'tI'm smilingI'm lyingI'm laughingI'm bleedingI know the truthYou think you dobut you don'tI'm beautifulI'm uglyI'm givingI'm longingI know the truthYou think you dobut you don'tI'm

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And so I will now be counting down (rather than counting up)...not because I'm anxious to finish this chapter, but because I feel like I need to have an awareness of how much time I have left so that I might savor each day. Despite my best efforts to keep it at an arms length, the franticness of ending has settled into my stomach. Not sure if that's where it tends to settle for others, but it is

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I was in need of one. I'll be back tomorrow. But for now I thought I'd share a sweet dance video.

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A few days ago I was overjoyed to share a meal in honor of one of my professors. She was my first-year practicum leader. My fellow MHGSers know something of the uniqueness of this kind of relationship. But for those of you need some further explanation let me simply say this - she walked beside a small group of us as we began the process of growing a mind to see ourselves and the world around

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dancing. laughter. silliness. playfulness. It was a long week...but ending it by joining others in celebrating the school year at our annual MHGS Spring Banquet was a delight. I'm not gonna lie...I was a bit sentimental tonight as I allowed myself to acknowledge that when I leave this place there are aspects of this experience that no one else will understand or fully know. There is a kind

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Haven't stopped going since 6:30 this morning. And it's going to be a long night. Hoping that there will be time to recover at some point this weekend. wow. rest...I need rest. If this is what the next 6 weeks are going to look like, I'm going to need at least a month to recover after graduation!Day #25 = F in self care.

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There are some days that are harder to redeem than others. Today was one of those days. I discovered some discouraging news this morning that put me in a funk all day long. Tears were never far from my eyes. There isn't much room for sadness or disappointment in our evening routine. But today was an especially rough day on just about everyone in the Gauthier Clan. Today was a day that

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I awoke this morning with a sense of nostalgia. Not sure what it was connected to...until I took a shower and used my new bottle of Exotic Coconut Shower Gel from Bath & Body Works. Immediately upon the release of the strong coconut scent I was back in our over-sized (which we affectionately refer to as family-sized) shower in tiny Kampala Cottage. It was how we ended almost every day when we

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I used to watch this kid dance when he was 15. My mom took classes from his mother's studio and they also leased our church facility for their recitals (since we had one of the best dance stages in the area). There are no words to describe the way an amazing dancer gets under your skin and marries the rhythm of your own heart beat as you sit mesmerized by the movement that they live into. This

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wow. First week of the final chapter of my schooling at MHGS...and I am dragging already. This undeniable lethargy could be related to the fact that we were busy with some activity or another nearly every evening this week. Last night, after spending some quality time with my little ladies at our most-frequented park, Faith collapsed on the floor and said, "I am so tired I just feel like

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One of my favorite family rituals is climbing into bed for a few minutes with each of the girls at night before they sink into their dreamland. It's a sacred time actually. Many profound and wonderful conversations are held in those moments. Many tickles and giggles and animal kisses accompany the bedtime snuggles as well. Magic happens in these moments of connection when I can look into the

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When I showed up at our little clubhouse here at the Lodge (our current apartment complex) for my afternoon workout I was greeted with the sound-blasting news report of a woman recently murdered in the area. Instinctually I glanced up at the TV set to see her photo as the news reporter rattled off the detail that this woman has two surviving teenage children. My headphones were in my ears and

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yes...I have shortened the title to this post. I'm just bored with the long title. Just a little thought for the night. I've learned that self care necessitates that I spend at least some portion of the day or of my week being alone (a difficult task for a wife and mother of three). The fascinating thing I'm discovering, though, is that when I give myself this space and time to be alone, to

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Totally skipped a post yesterday. Thought about it at 11 pm and decided the comfort of my bed was more appealing. Everything is about to start up again and then it will be a sprint to the finish line. I'm hoping that the last two weeks have prepared me well for the effort I'll need to exert in order to stick with this commitment in the thick of the chaos. We mapped out our lives for the next

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This is my first moment of genuine rest since I awoke to the smell of the pulled pork that was cooking in the crockpot all through the night. So I didn't earn an A+ in self care today...but I'm okay with that because in reality there will be days where I have to get a lot of things accomplished. What I think I'm most concerned about is trying to shift the axis of my world a bit. I'm trying to

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Oh my gosh. 10 days down. 60 to go. That's an "oh my gosh, I can't believe I only have 60 days left in this season of my life!" not an "Oh my gosh, I can't believe I have 60 more of these blog posts to go!" Self care for today came in the form of my own personal therapy. I have been in and out of various forms of therapy since I was a teenager. Is it any wonder I ended up pursuing it as a

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I am beginning to wonder if this looming sickness will ever depart from our household. We attempted to usher the girls off to school today despite not being 100% and an hour later I received a call from the school that Bailey just wasn't holding up very well. Poor Miss B. She always seems to be more significantly impacted by the illnesses that pass through our household. And so I was

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I had an unexpected day off today...sort of. Faith and Bailey both came down with the same cold that Bri, Krisalyn and I managed to survive so I decided to let all three of the girls stay home from school today. I was able to get quite a bit accomplished because the deal was that they could stay home only if they were willing to take it easy and rest all day long. I've been on Spring Break for

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Figuring out what it looks like to take time to myself during these family-filled weekends will be interesting. We were at a track meet all day today. Literally - from 8 in the morning until 5 in the evening. We were rained on, wind-blown, and cheered-out by the time we rolled into our covered parking spot over here at the Peasley Canyon Lodge. It was a long and full day...and I wasn't

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I knew sticking to this commitment to intentionally caring for myself everyday would be a challenge. I knew that setting limits to what I require of myself each day would be a necessary part of this commitment. I knew that I would struggle with a paradigmatic shift in learning how to balance my own needs with the often demanding needs of my children. I knew that it would be a task that would

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Just a small lesson for today: Sometimes self-care is simply taking a moment to ask yourself what you need. There are moments, days, or seasons where needs are easier to assess. And there are moments, days, or seasons where identifying need seems like a nearly impossible task. For today, however, sickness is declaring that my body needs rest. Therefore, I am signing out early tonight.

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I heard something interesting at that little seminar on Secondary Trauma that I mentioned in an earlier post. Laura van Dernoot Lipsky (the author of the book posted above) talked about how often there is a fundamental notion of scarcity at the root of many of our systems, institutions, religions and philosophies. A perspective rooted in the notion of scarcity claims that there is never enough

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I have had the privilege of intersecting paths with many remarkable people during my time at MHGS. One such individual is a gifted woman and artist named Heather who vulnerably and ingeniously invited our student body to experience Lent in a new way through 7 weeks of performance art. I was only able to attend three of these performances and was deeply moved by each piece. She posted a blog

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I am finding it especially difficult to type words this evening. Perhaps it is because I am simply exhausted - worn out from illness, emotionally-drained, and aware of my loneliness this evening as I sit on my couch in this silent apartment. But I'm inclined to believe that my difficulty with words tonight has more to do with the heaviness that this day holds for me and so many others. I

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I did a lot of reading on trauma this past term. This was partly due to the nature of my classes, partly related to work at my internship, but mostly it had to do with the work I am attempting to do personally and within the context of my own therapy and theological questioning. I've discovered some remarkable books along this journey thus far, one of which is titled Trauma and Grace by Serene

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Whelp...not a horrible start to this commitment to caring for myself in these final weeks of my NW adventure. However, I think it is important to note that I don't think it's a coincident that I woke up with an awful head cold. Of course - on the day that I plan to intentionally take care of my mind, body and soul - I wake up feeling miserable. Last week I attended a brief lecture on secondary

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So...I have this wild idea: I'm going to take the next 10 weeks until I graduate and roll on out of here to seriously commit to a little phrase I've had drilled into my head since arriving at MHGS - SELF CARE. Basically I am going to attempt to blog everyday as a means to check in and log this final leg of my journey out here. That's 70 days of blogging people (not sure who you 'people' are...

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Jane Grovijahn on the impact of childhood sexual abuse:"For a young girl victimized by another’s brutalizing touch, more than just her flesh is violated. her very self- that root of whatever we like to think makes us persons - is attacked and violated. And somewhere in that place or location of raped subjectivity, God is very much at risk. Both our relationship with God and the way we achieve

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I should be working on some school work now that the kids are in bed and I have a final on Friday and two research papers due next week, but I've become less inclined to submit to the "shoulds" imposed upon me by the outside world. I wanted to mark this day instead by writing something here in this space. Today was a beautifully FULL day. I am sitting here now feeling overwhelmed with the

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"Radical Christians through the centuries have interpreted this 'good news' for women as one that liberates women from subjugation to the male into a new autonomous personhood through renunciation of sex and childbearing, but mainline Catholic and Protestant Christianity strove to correct this radical view. Instead women were told they were saved by Christ only by redoubling their subjugation to

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I'm currently entrenched in a 3-day course called The Theology of Eroticism. Expect future posts regarding the thoughts being stirred on this particular subject (perhaps after I finish all of the papers I have due in the coming weeks). But until then, I've posted this video showcasing the two professors that are teaching this class. They are classic characters and have been best friends since

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And I think it's only fitting to start counting down the days until Bri and I head off for the land of Ire. Yup...122 days until we set sail (or board a plane) headed straight for Dublin. We're trying to squeeze in some much needed planning time since we'd also like to tour the Western Coast where some of the most beautiful landscapes are said to be resting. It will hopefully be such sweet

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Memory, dream, desire -they’re all the same to me.Vision of what is to come,or fantasy of what will never be.A feast, a frenzy, a festivalof all shapes, colors and sizes.Union of difference, not merger or sameness.His and Her voices all harmonizingnot raping, oppressing or demonizing.A chorus of voices,not dominating solos.A mutual meeting of needswhere one is not set over, above, apart.Freely

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This was supposed to be a major cleaning and grocery shopping day (since I'm off of school this week)...but life had other plans for me today I guess. I had an "I'm a horrible mother" kind of day. If I'm totally honest with myself (and whoever happens to read this post) I must admit that these days occur about once a week. Some are worse than others. This morning was one of those times. In

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A PassBy Julia KasdorfForgive us our trespassesas we forgive, I softly reciteamong strangers, rememberingthe hand of an older mangliding up my thin dress.I twist free of him,keep speaking as if he is justa rich family friend chatting.and I am still safein the shape of my skin.Of course, it sets me back,as each death resurrectsthe memory of all other deaths,and you must return to mournyour full

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I had to sift through some old photos for my mother today (she's working on a family photo project) and I came across some that I fell in love with all over again. This was one of them. It was taken when we were living in Uganda back in 2006. I am smiling in the photo despite carrying a hot, sweaty and tired little 4 year old Bailey upon my back. We had actually just finished meeting with a

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See for yourself!

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One of my friends from school put together these two videos in an effort to artistically portray his own theology at the end of last term. He has granted me permission to post them here for your own viewing and interaction.Looking For God, Part 1: Loneliness from Tos Fackenthall on Vimeo.Looking For God, Part Two (In Relation) from Tos Fackenthall on Vimeo.

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Yup. That's actually what I want to write about this morning. Some people go to church on Sunday mornings, but I sip coffee and ponder upon such things as breast augmentation while listening to music (over the background noise which consists of little girl giggles and occasional arguments over whose turn it is on the wii - yes we are a house full of heathens). I've actually been wanting to write

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Beauty is the flowersin the MeadowThe waterin theBrookA personin theWorldA facein a thousandfacesThe lifethat youdeserveThat istheBeautyOfLife

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Recently I had this epiphany about the power of music in my life. Without going into too many of the personal details surrounding this epiphany, I must confess that music has had the quality of mothering nurturance in my life for as long as I can remember. There has been something of the tone, lyrics, rhythm and movement of countless songs that reflect back to my baby self the attunement I'm

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I think I have a rare disease of some sort. I'm pretty sure I've suffered from it since shortly after birth (or perhaps I contracted it in utero). My meager attempts at self-medicating haven't really worked out so well and I'm trying desperately to make peace with the persistence of this illness. So instead of dissociating with an episode of the Bachelor where I can get lost in analyzing the

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a very provocative blog post from a fellow MHGSer.

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I am contemplating a new understanding of this phrase tonight after experiencing a Gauthier family discussion about the earthquake in Haiti. I once believed that to have "faith like a child" meant to trust blindly, to simply believe without reservation, doubt or questioning. And then I had children of my own. I discovered that children often have questions. This morning as we were getting

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Thinking about how I can be a part of addressing this problem in our world today.

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We decided to tackle our annual post-Christmas task of purging and re-organizing this weekend (our first weekend home in 3 weeks). It's amazing how much stuff we actually have tucked away in this relatively small apartment. This 1200 square foot pad, occupied by three little people and two not-so-little people, was right on the verge of feeling rather cluttered. I am not a clutter-loving person.

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Has it really been a month since my last post? Apparently. So where have I been? That's a damn good question...and I'm still trying to figure out the answer. I think I've been lost in my own head. It's amazing how easy it is to get lost in there - so many corners to explore, so many places to hide. I often wonder if other people spend as much time retreating to their own inner world as I do

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Last night of playing "catch up" on this term. Tomorrow at 3:00 I will officially be done with one more term!!!Oh...to have the space necessary to really think and truly speak. I am awaiting.Until then, I'll leave you this link. Please read it. It is a reflection of the transformative nature of my school (a place I have grown unbelievably attached to). Floods of emotion are now bursting forth

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Brandon, Lindsey and Micah came to visit us for Thanksgiving and to kick of our holiday season. We had a wonderful couple of days filled with lots of eating and lots of playing in our tiny little apartment. They will heading back to Denver tomorrow, but no tears will be shed as we'll be reunited in three weeks. Thus, it's back to the books for me as I count down the final 10 days of this term

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We went to the final show of the Season 5 So You Think You Can Dance Tour last night. The show was better than last years! We were so glad we took the girls even though we didn't get them into bed until after midnight last night. One of my favorite pieces of the night was this little number. It's about two best friends contemplating the risk of entering into a deeper relationship. Powerful.

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As I've been reflecting (read: studying and piecing together a research paper) upon the ways in which a patriarchical understanding of Christ has robbed both men and women of a more genuine encounter with Jesus, my mind repeatedly returns to the land where I experienced the undeniable manifestation of this reality. It wasn't the first time I became aware of how our theology bleeds into how we

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"Yeshua was a feminist. A feminist is a person who is in favor of, and who promotes, the equality of women with men, a person who advocates and practices treating women primarily as human persons (as men are so treated) and willingly contravenes social customs in so acting. To prove the thesis it must be shown that, so far as we can tell, Yeshua neither said nor did anything indicating that he

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With all the hype posted all over facebook about the release of New Moon (book two of the Twilight series) I felt compelled to say something about it! I have not read any of the books. Brian read Twililght because so many of the kids in the elementary school where he teaches were talking about it (along with quite a few of the teachers and mothers of the students). I have, however, watched

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Seriously.

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Luci Shaw conducted my theology class today and it was an amazing experience. Poetry somehow opens up the mystery of God in such a way that normal discourse evidently falls short. Here is one of the many poems she shared with us today as she helped us to explore the mystery of the Incarnation:Mary's Song...by Luci ShawBlue homespun and the bend of my breastkeep warm this small hot naked

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Dan Allender (one of my professors and the former president of my school) just taught at Mars Hill Bible Church (yes...Rob Bell's church) this past Sunday. You can download the sermon here.

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