I remember a lecture on neurons and the paths they take at adult Sunday school one winter. The lecturer was a respected psychologist and had been influential in my husband’s life. So I was primed to take what he said seriously. He pontificated at length on the manipulation of our neuro-nets by the world of advertising. From his point of view, Christmas provided the perfect opportunity for people to be set up for greed and disappointment. I don’t necessarily disagree, except that God made our nervous systems for a reason. He mentioned how the smells of pine and cinnamon, the…
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I am always amused by titles like this one until I dive into the topic. Learning to love well takes a lifetime of dedication to the art. Most posts on the topic of love have a long to-do list. And while I agree that love does indeed manifest as action, those lists don’t prove generally helpful to me. After all, my husband and each of my children are so different that what looks like love to one feels unloving to another. Neither am I here to recount the five love languages, as helpful as they can be. I think that…
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I was a sensitive child. Fabric that was even slightly itchy was a misery to me. My husband will tell you that I hate overhead lights. I have too many table lights because I want light. I just don’t want it overhead. Florescent lights cause me to flee to the shadows. Some people love having the noise on the television. It is like white noise to them. As for me, I much prefer silence. I love music, but everything on my iTunes is pretty mellow. Gosh, I sound boring. And I hate violent shows, horror movies in particular. The images…