Sculpting Project 23: Connected For Change: Week 2

Sculpting Project 23: Connected for Change: Week 2 I walk into the room and notice my friend. A small part of my brain dedicated to reading facial expressions detects a slightly sad expression. My brain then signals the muscles in my face to imitate the expression I am observing. My facial muscles now form this…

Sculpting Project 23: Connected for Change: Week 1

Sculpting Project 23: Connected for Change Week 1 Are your friends making you fat or thin? Do you have anything to do with how much your friends weigh? Yes, to both questions. Friends have more influence over each other than I ever imagined. If my close friend is over weight there is a 45% greater…

Sculpting Project 22: Leaping Over Walls: Week 4

Sculpting Project 22: Leaping Over Walls: Week 4 We have learned our ABCD’s: Adversity, Belief, Consequences, Disputing Now for Disputing tools we will learn our vowels. A- Alternatives E- Evidence I- Implications O- Open-up to change U- Usefulness The Adversity: While shopping I am unable to quickly solve a math calculation to help me choose…

Sculpting Project 22: Leaping Over Walls: Week 3

Sculpting Project 22: Leaping Over Walls: Week 3 By my God, I can leap over a wall. (Psalm 18:29b) Personal walls, we all have them. Something blocking our way that is hard to get over. When we come up to this wall we feel like turning around, or just sitting down. Sometimes we have no…

Sculpting Project 22: Leaping Over Walls: Week 2

Sculpting Project 22: Leaping Over Walls: Week 2 I was born optimistic, I developed pessimistic skills and by age 11 could be labeled a pessimist. Now I still have a strong tendency towards prudence which can become pessimistic, but I am again largely optimistic. How did I get here? I see two major contributors. 1….

Sculpting Project 22: Leaping over Walls: Week 1

Sculpting Project 22: Leaping over Walls: Week 1 Welcome to Year 2 of Sculpting!  Sculpting ourselves to Love God and neighbor I’m 11 years old sitting in a lawn chair in my backyard on a summer evening. As I explain my opinions I am told, “You are a pessimist.” “Hum,” I think, “Whatever that means,…