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Better than Fretting! How to Stay Calm and Carry On, Part II
Yes, that’s a camel. I’ve never ridden one—elephant yes, camel no—but I’ve heard they can be stubborn and cantankerous. Friends living in the Middle East told me their kids’ school bus was delayed one day for what seemed like forever because a camel decided to park itself in the road and chill there for the…
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Better than Fretting: How to Keep Calm and Carry On, Part I
What keeps you up at night? Bills? Relationships? Heartburn that, you worry, might be more than heartburn? If so, you’re in good company. By nature, I worry like it’s my superpower. But the Holy Spirit continues to disciple me through scripture fretting subsides as I shift my perspective and trust God more deeply. In this…
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Why We’re All Snarling and What To Do about It: Advice from Dr. Audrey
This weekend, I decided to go all in to argue my point about a particularly important topic. Tensions ran so high that I had to excuse myself to go wash my hands but really to go get a grip on my emotions. And to do some Google fact-checking to bolster my argument because I planned…
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Doc Answers: Angry God or Loving God?
In the last two posts I’ve been discussing the ins and outs of anger, including how to keep it in balance and when to pay attention to it. This week, though, I’m digging into the subject of God and anger. Sometimes God seems extremely angry in the Old Testament, especially with the people who are…
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When to Give Anger a Green Light: The Ins and Outs of Anger, Part II
“Have you given yourself permission to be angry?” Several years ago a counselor surprised me with that question. Pretty sure my answer was a big, fat “Nope!” McLeod and I had been in marriage counseling for two months, but I felt stuck like we weren’t making much progress. In fact, one of the things I…
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Toasty Warm or Too Hot to Handle? The Ins and Outs of Anger, Part I
A friend posted earlier in the week as we got our first real cold front of the fall: Texas will be closed today. We’re all looking for our jackets. I would add, and our fuzzy socks. There’s nothing funnier that watching Houstonians bundle up against 60-degree temps. We know we’re being a little ridiculous, but…