by Janel Breitenstein | Oct 19, 2016 | challenging, closeness; intimacy, Culture, faith, friendships, identity, love, relationships, time management, true success
Missed Part I on Monday? Grab it here–and make sure to come back for the social media giveaway on Friday! 4. If social media is to love others, it’s gotta stay in its proper place. I highly value this post on 6 Ways Your Smartphone Is Changing You, in...
by Janel Breitenstein | Oct 18, 2016 | challenging, Culture, friendships, identity, love, relationships, time management, true success
Confession: I have a love/hate relationship with social media. Love: Part of it feels like that old gameshow, “This is Your Life” (though I confess to only seeing the Sesame Street version with Guy Smiley). I love connecting to people with whom I attended Sowers...
by Janel Breitenstein | Oct 13, 2016 | challenging, children, conflict, Culture, difficulty, emotion, encouragement, enduring love, failure, faith, Family, fear, friendships, identity, love, Marriage, practical, relationships, staying in love
Missed the first post? Grab it here. 4. Boundaries esteem the image of God in me and the people I love. They say Hey, both of us were created in God’s image. So that means justice is pursued not just on your behalf, but mine, too. (Check out this post on...
by Janel Breitenstein | Oct 11, 2016 | challenging, children, compassion, conflict, Culture, difficulty, emotion, encouragement, enduring love, failure, faith, Family, fear, friendships, helping others, identity, kids, love, Marriage, motherhood, Parenting, practical, relationships
I remember that summer vividly; pivotally. I was on my way into high school, and had finally wrapped my hormone-charged little brain around Jesus’ servanthood, His death to self. I remember leaning over my cafeteria tray, discussing with my camp counselor what that...
by Janel Breitenstein | Oct 7, 2016 | Africa, challenging, compassion, emotion, faith, God's will, helping others, poverty
The phone connection sounded a bit like Oliver, one of my closest Ugandan friends, was crushing newspapers on the other end; I held the phone an inch from my ear. But I didn’t miss what made my hand fly to my chest: “Aisha…she passed. It was just too late. Things were...