The Jesus Gypsy

Author: Christine

  • yuck

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    I’m finding out that I can sometimes be a pretty petty person.  This is a devastating thing to know about yourself. I don’t tolerate pettiness well in other people; in fact, it is a personal pet-peeve.  Pettiness feels a little overly-dramatic and small-picture to me.  Being around a petty person feels negative and kind of makes the petty person sound spoiled and…

  • fall

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    I wait all year long for that morning; when the world somehow shifts outside my window, and overnight, a brand new world blows in.  Some people’s favorite day is Christmas, or their birthday, or some more remarkable calendar or card-worthy day.  But my favorite day of the year is the day that I open my…

  • holes

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      there was an emptiness inside of me that hungered for sweet relief it called like a chasm, it burned like a fire from loneliness, heartache, and grief   i tried to feed it the world and its lies its theories, quick-fixes, and sin but that only fed the unrelenting flames and I’d find myself…

  • hungry

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    I love being hungry. Not physically of course (I don’t like THAT at all). I mean I love being spiritually hungry. I think faith has its seasons, or at lease mine seems to. There are times of hunger, times of growth, times of celebration and even times of quiet. They each have their place, their time, their…

  • thing

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    I have a “thing.” This one itty-bitty thing that I go to for comfort when I probably shouldn’t. It’s not a big deal; really it’s not. It’s not like I do anything really bad. I just do my “thing.” Other people have things. Real things. They drink themselves into oblivion to feel happy. They stay…

  • radical

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    I’m a “you’re not the boss of me” kind of girl.  I always have been.  I am the girl who, growing up, did the exact opposite of what I was told, every. single. time.  Lessons are learned well but the hard way when you live life like that.  I do not naturally have an obedient…

  • whining

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    I can be such a whiner.  I can get up every morning and drink clean water and eat whatever I want and have a bed and a house and a husband and my health and my job and my family and my friends and my church and my dogs and my beautiful blessed life and…

  • space

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    God is using this 500 square foot trailer to change me. He is teaching me a lot about organizing and simplifying and prioritizing. But mostly He is teaching me about space. 500 s.f. isn’t just a whole lot of room folks. I mean, I can just about fry an egg on the stove from my…

  • mountaintop

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    Every September, my hubby and I pack up our gear and set off for a week in the mountains. To us, there is nothing more healing than that week of quiet, nothing more likely to salve the rough spots of our souls that the world has rubbed raw.  And every year on this trip I…

  • change

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    I’m not a super big fan of moving or change.  I’ve had enough of both in my life over the years, thank you very much.  And I would prefer things just sit still and let me breathe for awhile. But old habits die hard and/or God must feel differently because my life is a total train…