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 | Aug 5, 2015 | Grace, Parenting, Renewing the Mind, Spiritual Growth, Who we are in Christ / Identity of a believer |
It’s been a lazy summer. Delightful, easy, carefree and…I don’t want it to end! With a light schedule and easy days, there has been less temptation toward frustration in the home. I guess that is why I wasn’t prepared for...
by Amy Jung | Mar 24, 2015 | Who we are in Christ / Identity of a believer |
Do you ever foolishly stoop to drink from another fountain than Christ? I do. I feel Him calling me to turn away from my fleshly responses to life and back toward Graceland. Trusting in Him fully in each moment. JESUS is my entire blessedness. Why do I wallow in...
by Amy Jung | Mar 1, 2015 | Who we are in Christ / Identity of a believer
I live in wine country. Grape vines surround this town and some, older than my grandmother, line backyard walkways and fences. I’m familiar with their lush greenery and abundant fruit in the late summer and also their barrenness in the late winter. Do you see...
by Amy Jung | Feb 23, 2015 | Who we are in Christ / Identity of a believer |
I woke up this Saturday morning to a fresh blanket of snow. By mid-afternoon much of it had melted. With warmer weather moving in, I decided to take a walk with my camera. Just a short walk down a hill and I always come to this. A rock wall and an overlook of the...
by Amy Jung | Feb 16, 2015 | Who we are in Christ / Identity of a believer |
Today was the day we had been waiting for all winter. We spent twenty minutes locating hats, snow pants, the lost boot and the missing glove. We made the trek to our backyard sledding hill (the alley behind our house). I listened intently to each crunching footstep....
