Janel Breitenstein

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A woman is standing alone in the train like no one sees her

When You Feel Like No One Sees You

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While lifting weights this morning, I listened to a podcast by Dr. Curt Thompson. In a lightbulb moment for me, Thompson pointed out that vulnerability is a bid for connection. Wanting to be seen. 
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Seeing Glimmers of God's Truth in Surprising Sources

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As someone who grew up in the era when the church engaged in boycotts and condemned rock music, I was rather caught up with the “culture wars” of my youth.
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Walking With a Friend Who’s Grieving a Divorce

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Genevieve’s voice poured through the phone to me. She’s going through court proceedings following a horrific divorce.
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It's Christmas Already, But I'm Still Not Feeling It

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I find myself avoiding Christmas for a handful of reasons—not the activities, but allowing the inside of me to truly engage; to worship, enjoy, meditate and be all there.
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Are You Struggling? God Sees You

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Today I’m writing for those of you who identify with Thomas more than Peter. Who tend to uncover more questions than answers in your faith.
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When God Isn't Who You Thought He Was

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Some years ago, my family went through quite an upheaval as we transitioned from one country to another. The transition unearthed in me something unsettling about my own understanding of who God is.
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Why Humility Isn't the Same as Putting Ourselves Down

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My friend gazed at me through FaceTime, a kind smile on her face. “I just want to let you know that I just counted you saying the word ‘stupid’ six times when talking about yourself.”
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What Keeps Us From Going Deep in Friendships

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When I first found out that my thirdborn was a girl, a real part of me was afraid. I should have been happier to welcome a girl. But the thing is. . . female friendships had left me limping.
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What It's Like to Wait on God

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Some of the very least favourite parts of my life are the days of waiting. Which, I guess, doesn’t say that much. After all, so much of life is waiting for something.