Guest post by Christiana Peterson. When art is your career, it is easy to lose sight of the reasons for creating in the first place. When the art you love becomes enmeshed with publishing, promoting, money, marketing, and trying to sell yourself in order to sell your work, it can be a messy weaving that becomes difficult to untangle.

I tried repeatedly to instill a systematic, unchanging routine into my life, I felt frustrated, incompetent, and inconsistent. I am a person who requires a rhythm rather than a system or schedule. Many artistic women (definitely not all) are both rhythmic and flexible. Here are 7 questions to help you perfect your rhythm.

Guest post by Selene Lau. “You have a fractured bone in your wrist. It will need to be in a cast for about 6 weeks.” I took a deep breath and let out a long sigh. I was not sure I was ready for one more thing. I had slipped and fallen clumsily on a wooden bridge at an outdoor family camp. Now I had to think about functioning without the use of my dominant hand.

Guest post by Nancy Bartelt. When I was a kid, I loved taking the two-hour road trip south across the Wisconsin-Illinois border to visit my grandparents. As soon as we arrived at their house, I’d always be greeted with a warm hug, huge smiles, and curious questions about my life. And—almost every time—the best-mashed potatoes in the world.

Women led churches, preached, interpreted scripture, taught, financially supported ministries, and ministered alongside men as commissioned apostles. As I’ve woken up to this myself, I’ve found solace and encouragement from women in the Bible whose stories are regaining prominence, women like Junia.

Guest post by Kimberly Knowle-Zeller. An hour north of Minneapolis, where the skyscrapers have been replaced by wildflowers and glistening lakes, and the prairie grass sways in the wind, a community of prayer lives.

Guest post by Andrea Delwiche. What is a more excellent way? Maybe it's partially found in a commitment to embracing a quiet and obscure life.

He didn’t get what I was going on about and he told me as much. At that moment, I realized I was on a unique journey. I needed something more. I didn’t know it at the time, but I was ready to start living a more sustainable creative life through my spiritual journey.

Forty-two hundred miles of driving for three weeks took my family and me from Kansas to the Adirondack mountains. It was a crazy amount of driving for any summer vacation, but all that beauty and time away did two things: they enlarged my creative focus while also narrowing it.