Suffering, Featured, Family, Faith
Courtney Reissig
Sin is Like Cancer

One of the scariest things in the early days of my diagnosis is that the pathology was unclear. Best case scenario, the cancer was contained. Worst case scenario, it had spread beyond what they could imagine. This fear was heightened by the fact that all the normal tests that catch cervical cancer failed to detect mine. I was diagnosed long after they usually diagnose women. And that terrified every medical professional I saw.

Sin is Like Cancer
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What Cooking and a Book Taught Me About Racial Injustice

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What Cooking and a Book Taught Me About Racial Injustice

Last week I spent the better part of my Monday afternoon looking at recipe websites in an attempt to get out of a cooking rut. Even though I’ve been largely dissatisfied with the meals I’ve made for the past few months, I haven’t been able to shake the boring meals I keep making for our family. So I set out to find some new recipes. But I also learned something about myself. 

If I don’t understand what the ingredient is for, I won’t buy it. If I can’t pronounce the recipe name, I won’t make it. If it seems unfamiliar to me, foreign to me, or too new to me, I will pass over it. As a result, we continue to eat the same types of foods and never expand beyond what is familiar to us. As a result, we miss out on a world of food combinations and ingredients that are probably really good if only I would take the time to branch out a little more to make things that I can’t fully wrap my mind around.

I think that’s often what we do with people who are different than us.

On Anonymity and TGCW16

On Anonymity and TGCW16

I recently returned from The Gospel Coalition Women’s conference, which again did not disappoint. Melissa Kruger helpfully provides some questions to think through as many women (7200 to be exact) are settling back into the routine of life, but still trying to process all they learned in those packed three days. 

John Piper’s closing message from 1 Peter 5 particularly struck me, especially his repeated emphasis on serving God in anonymity. I’m no historian, but I wonder if there has ever been a time where a longing for significance and fame has been so present for all of us. We are all one camera click away from fame, glory, and recognition. Who hasn’t posted a picture on Instagram only to check the notifcations every hour—Do they like me? Was it cute enough? Was my caption clever? And what about in the Christian writing and speaking world, a world I am newly learning how to navigate—Did I get a good review? Will they ask me to speak again? What if my pitch is rejected? What if no one shares it? Will I be invited to that group?

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One Big Lesson in Letting Go

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One Big Lesson in Letting Go

If I could figure out a way for babies and kids to stop growing just for a minute, I would. But alas, they just keep following time and those growth spurts that make them so sleepy and so very hungry. 

I mentioned on Friday that it was a bittersweet process for me to wean Seth. In some ways, I felt completely ready—in others, not at all. I’ve always been fairly sentimental and resistant to change (my first memory of this growing sentimentality was when I cried on the last day of 5th grade because I knew I would miss everyone that summer). I don’t like when people move. I don’t like when good things end. I like everything to stay the same. I’m not much of a crier, but change is something I cry about.

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Summer Reading and Favorite Podcasts

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Summer Reading and Favorite Podcasts

Since my kids aren't in school yet, I don't really have the summer to break up our normal routine of life. But I did just turn in my book manuscript, so in some ways it feels like I am on summer break as I wait for edits to start. Also, because I am not working on my book right now, I am able to read things that have been on my list for a while now. Here is my summer reading list and some favorite podcasts I am enjoying right now. I'd love to hear what's on your list, too! 

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Weaning My Baby and the Image of God

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Weaning My Baby and the Image of God

The summer between my 7th and 8th grade years our golden retriever had puppies. On the last day of school we woke up to eight black lab/golden retriever mix puppies, making that summer one of the most memorable I’ve ever had. We watched Montana go from playful family dog to protective mother literally overnight. She birthed those puppies on her own in her doghouse. She nursed those babies whenever they were hungry. She snapped at my youngest brother when he tried to touch one of them. She never left them in those early days. 

And then she weaned them. 

I’m not exactly sure how the weaning process goes for dogs, but as quickly as she went from jovial family dog to protective momma dog, she went right back to her former life without batting an eye. We gave away most of the puppies, but kept one for my brother (he loved dogs), and her relationship with that dog was filled with contention. He bothered her. He had more energy than her. In many ways the way she acted around him was like any other dog that invaded her personal space. Sure, she birthed him and nursed him. But once that process was over she forgot it even happened. She forgot he was her son.

Not so with humans, right?

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Make Me a Servant

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Make Me a Servant

I have a couple of friends who often are the first to step in to serve someone in need. When we’ve had a long stretch of Daniel traveling, one friend has offered to babysit for us so we can reconnect after time apart. When I mention needing something organized in my house, one friend will come up with an idea that meets our needs and then come help finish the project. When one of the pastor’s wives needs help tearing down from an event, one friend is always the first to start cleaning up. 

I’ll be honest. These things do not come naturally to me.

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When Mother's Day Was Silent

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When Mother's Day Was Silent

This is Sunday will be my fourth Mother’s Day with full arms. Each year my arms feel more full than the last, and this year is no different. But not every Mother’s Day has been this way for me. While this might be my fourth happy Mother’s Day, it is actually my sixth Mother’s Day. I remember that one so clearly. We had just passed the due date for our first baby. Daniel quietly celebrated me for the life I carried briefly, though my womb and arms remained achingly empty. I remember every quiet Mother’s Day after that, when I wondered if God would ever answer the cry of my heart for children this side of heaven. I remember the Mother’s Day after our second miscarriage, when my arms were full with the twins, yet I still longed for the baby I would never hold in this life. 

Mother’s Day can be bittersweet for so many of us.

What To Do With All These Emotions?

What To Do With All These Emotions?

It’s a good time to be a Christian woman who writes. I have benefited from the writing of many godly women who have pointed me to Jesus and opened the Scriptures to me in the pages of their books. Christina Fox is one such writer. I’ve enjoyed reading Christina for a long time. Her writing is Christ-centered, filled with Scripture, and done well. So I was excited to read her new book, A Heart Set Free: A Journey to Hope Through the Psalms of Lament. It did not disappoint.