by Amy Jung | Sep 17, 2025 | Coaching Yourself, Grace, Rest, Spiritual Growth, Trusting God |
This week, I found myself in the horse pasture, gathering apples. Our horses are blessed to have a couple of apple trees and one peach tree in their little pasture, and we are blessed that they don't eat them all. Apple picking was not high on my teenage children's...
by Amy Jung | Sep 9, 2025 | Coaching Yourself, Encouragement, Identity of a Believer, Spiritual Growth, Trusting God |
Shadow loves our walks up the road, but she is happiest when we leave the leash behind. The moment I unclip it, she bounds forward with ears flying, tail wagging, and eyes sparkling with joy. She runs, circles back, runs again, stopping only long enough to look at me...
by Amy Jung | Aug 8, 2025 | Coaching Yourself, Encouragement, Grace, Jesus, Renewing the Mind |
A few years ago, I had a season when weakness seemed to stalk me. I felt unsuccessful and drained—spiritually, mentally, and physically. The project I was working on had demanded all my creative energy and left me raw. I had put myself "out there," fully exposed and...
by Amy Jung | Jul 29, 2025 | Coaching Yourself, Encouragement, Story, Uncategorized |
As Jesus approached Jericho, a blind man sat by the road, begging. He heard the crowd going by and asked what it meant. “Jesus of Nazareth is passing by,” they told him. He called out, “Jesus, Son of David, have mercy on me!” — Luke 18:35–38 When Jesus stopped...
by Amy Jung | Jun 20, 2025 | Coaching Yourself, Renewing the Mind, Spiritual Disciplines, Spiritual Growth, Uncategorized |
In the summertime, my horse Emmett has two great loves: fresh watermelon and his fly mask. Yes—his fly mask. As odd as it may sound, Emmett knows it’s a gift. He doesn’t resist it; in fact, he seems to welcome it, especially when the heat rises and the flies swarm....
by Amy Jung | Mar 3, 2025 | Anger, Coaching Yourself, Identity of a Believer, Questions, Trusting God |
I awoke from another night of lost sleep. Our little farmhouse was still, except for my movement toward the coffee pot and the cat eyes watching me. They were tracking my every move, anticipating that I'd soon be headed for the stash of canned salmon. After a long...
