Rowan Finley
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Father. Academic Advisor. Musician. Writer. My real name is Jesse Balogh.
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How the Woven Themes of My Life Have Led to My Calling Into the Counseling Profession
My first name (Jesse) means “grace” and my middle name (Samuel) means “asked of God.” When I think about themes that God has woven throughout the course of my life, I think of his continuous grace that has unfolded from before I was born, to this present day. There have been so many blessings in my life. From an early age, I was blessed to have three older siblings to learn from directly and through observation. It is truly a wonderful thing to have parents who are both Christians and actively serve God. My parents and my older siblings who have gone before me have all inspired me to be the man that I am today. Even going through the process of divorce, I feel God’s sustaining grace, despite the very emotionally challenging aspects of it. I help lead worship at my local church and it fills me with such power when I recount the grace in my life. It is inspiring to point out God’s grace in the lives of those around me too. The hymn “Amazing Grace” is classic because the gift of grace never gets old, no matter how old you grow!
By Rowan Finley a day ago in Psyche
Chronic Ache in the Soul of a Single Parent . Top Story - March 2026.
There is a chronic ache in the soul of a single parent. It lingers, feeling endless. This ache feels so difficult, especially when you look at other families. They seem so… whole. They seem so joyful and complete. There is a husband and a wife and children in a stroller. Thinking about your single state, you realize how awkward you feel, how out of place at various functions and gatherings. They are all happily together and you’re miserably alone. Disappointment with the current life circumstances just settles in to stay, or so it feels. How could these layers of disappointment be broken up anyhow?
By Rowan Finley 16 days ago in Humans
Contillian Rubustus the III
Contillian counted the seconds before the beast was to be released. His bare shoulders were flexed. Already, his sweat drenched his body in the heat of the baking sun. He had wrestled lions and bears dozens of times. Whatever type of beast was behind the gate, it couldn’t be worse than the animals that he’d strangled to death before. The spear in his hand was sharp.
By Rowan Finley 27 days ago in Fiction
