I am in my 5th year of embracing Orthodoxy as an adult (I left the faith as a 19 year old…hardly an adult). One aspect of the faith that has secured my adoration for this walk, is the rhythm of the Church. We read purposeful Scripture all year long, every Sunday, every service. Sometimes, IContinue reading “A Note about March 25”
Author Archives: Angie Dicken
The Consequence of Mothering
The greatest consequence of mothering is worth it for my babies.
Cunning Distraction
Lately, I have grown less patient with the neck bend. The lowered eyes disconnected, engrossed, and the completely mindless scrolling of those around me—especially my family members. …see blogpost for more.
Blatant
The other day, I was telling someone I respect that a semi-trucker was driving recklessly, and their response to me was, “Well, be careful around those, they probably don’t speak English.”
A Hand in Injustice
If I am not mindful, my intense desire for justice sours all goodness. Hatred is kindled, and more often than not, emotions and sharp words cast off Christ in my exchanges.
Using God.
Jesus is not a logo
He is not your poster child
He is not propaganda
Jesus is not one sided
He’s not against any people
He is not your cheerleader…
Sign of Original Integrity
“A compassionate, loving, and merciful heart is a sign of restoration of human nature to its original integrity. 👉Such a heart bears the unity of all humanity and the cosmos.👈 Everything lives in a compassionate heart—people, animals, plants, and all organic and inorganic matter. Thus, the believer becomes like God. Like Christ, he is noContinue reading “Sign of Original Integrity”
Post-Selfie World
The past several months, I have stepped away from my regular social media engagement. At first, I swore it off completely. And I’ve noticed a few habits that I never want again…
A Mom I Met
Sometimes, I meet people and learn bits of their story…at the store, at a traffic light, at work, at school. They are often unexpected—the stories I hear—but I am rarely as moved as I was this week during an encounter with a stranger.
My Identity
I have become insecure in this identity of “mother”, and having 3 adult sons and a teen daughter, I thought I would have outgrown it by now.
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