by Amy Jung | Mar 3, 2020 | Coaching Yourself, Spiritual Disciplines, Spiritual Growth, Thinking, Uncategorized |
Inspired by my journal from three years ago: “I told you guys I need peace this morning!” I had just prayed that the Lord would help me know what to write about for this blog post. He answered quickly. Without skipping a beat, my husband let...
by Amy Jung | Feb 24, 2020 | Coaching Yourself, Spiritual Disciplines, Spiritual Growth, Thinking, Uncategorized |
We’ve come to the second of Brother Lawrence’s six ways necessary to develop the spiritual life in The Practice of the Presence of God. I’ve been talking a bit about my weekly phone call with Suzanne each week and how it’s inspired me in...
by Amy Jung | Feb 17, 2020 | Coaching Yourself, Spiritual Disciplines, Spiritual Growth, Thinking, Uncategorized |
I mentioned last week that I talk to my friend, Suzanne, every Wednesday morning. This weekly phone call to Suzanne where we talk about our week and cry out to God together; it’s actually taught me a lot about practicing the presence of God. There have been too...
by Amy Jung | Feb 10, 2020 | Coaching Yourself, Spiritual Disciplines, Spiritual Growth, Thinking, Uncategorized |
There’s only one person I ever call at 6:45 a.m. on Wednesday mornings. It’s Suzanne. I don’t remember the date it started, but we’ve been doing this for almost thirteen years. It’s become a part of my week’s spiritual...
by Amy Jung | Jan 31, 2020 | Coaching Yourself, Encouragement, Self Speak, Thinking, Uncategorized |
I gingerly walk down our water-soaked gravel road trying to miss the areas that seem like soft, muddy sponges. The rain and snow have been so relentless, that every week or so my family must rebuild and fill in certain areas of our road. When it rains at night, we...
by Amy Jung | Oct 27, 2019 | Coaching Your Kids, Coaching Yourself, Grace, Hope, Suffering, Uncategorized |
Debris by Amy Jung, Mormon Row/Grand Tetons/Wyoming Weeding and yearning for it to be done for good this year, I pick what seems to be the last, living clematis in my front flower bed. It’s a day that needs beauty, and a single,...
