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...
by Amy Jung | Feb 7, 2025 | Coaching Yourself, Patience, Questions, Thinking, Trusting God, Uncategorized, Yielding and Waiting |
What are you waiting on the Lord for? Perhaps it’s guidance, good news, a job, a provision of some kind, or reconciliation with a loved one. Are you finding that difficult? Waiting well can be so hard. I’ve been waiting on the Lord for months for a sense of...
by Amy Jung | Aug 7, 2023 | Coaching Yourself, Grace, Hope, Questions, Uncategorized |
Earlier this year, my family was punched in the emotional gut numerous times in a matter of weeks. Two officers were shot in my small hometown just twenty minutes away from where I now live. Tragically, one died and the other is still recovering. As a pastor and...
by Amy Jung | Jun 1, 2021 | Coaching Yourself, Questions, Thinking, Uncategorized, Who we are in Christ / Identity of a believer |
Sometimes, fighting my own thoughts feels like climbing a mountain. There are slippery slopes, jagged, painful edges, and dangerous cliffs. Being out of my comfort zone can bring on thoughts that are not based on truth and, hence, a mountain climbing expedition! I...
by Amy Jung | Mar 16, 2021 | Coaching Yourself, Questions, Suffering, Uncategorized |
I sat in the cold, blank hospital room and talked with my sweet friends, an elderly couple. I had visited them before in their warm, cozy home. The man had chronic pain since I’d known them, in his back and in his heart. His heart because he lost his...
by Amy Jung | Sep 25, 2020 | Coaching Yourself, Questions, Spiritual Growth, Uncategorized |
One can’t miss the intricate handiwork of spiders, especially in the fall. I recently found myself mesmerized by them on my morning walk. I looked up high in the changing trees and tried to follow the lines and curves. I couldn’t imagine how such a small...
