Greg Stories

A collection of Greg's written stories and teachings
for learning, leadership, and personal growth.

When HELPING HELPS
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When HELPING HELPS

He is still using his birth name and male pronouns. He also has no clue as to how he is going to address his bodily discomfort. He is not prepared to make decisions about puberty blockers or hormone treatments. He just knows he doesn’t want the path his body is on to continue.

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Building Mental Fortitude by Overcoming Small Fears for Fun
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Building Mental Fortitude by Overcoming Small Fears for Fun

This was only one of four spots in the six-hour climb where I had to battle back fear to make the next move. It began with having to down-climb 4 feet to the traverse route. Down-climbing is the most difficult for me because I can't see footholds, and moving my body weight down the rock face makes it harder to stop my body's momentum.

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When helping hurts
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When helping hurts

Followers of Christ recognize our feelings can often mislead us into self-destructive and relationally destructive behaviors…

For the empathy-based moralist, personal feelings point us to our truth. Our sexual feelings should be explored free from boundaries. Also, we should live as who we feel we are, even if it contradicts physical reality. The empathy-based moralist believes they should always get to do whatever they want, whenever they want (See Romans 1:18-30). And if you oppose their view, it’s social jail for you!

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Anxiety - Story, Devotional, Encouragement
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Anxiety - Story, Devotional, Encouragement

It was like my seatmates were prison guards who had hand-cuffed me to my Delta "Comfort" seat. My heart was pounding like a Sunday morning kick drum, and my thoughts were racing. I couldn't for the life of me control the flood of fear washing over me. My seat was a straightjacket. All I wanted was to escape this suffocating window seat nightmare that had become what felt to me like my prison of personal weakness.

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