The Jesus Gypsy

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  • change

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    Christine
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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…

  • stay

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    My dog Woody is a service dog flunky. Try as he might, with all his smarts and tricks and personality, he just couldn’t make the cut. Originally chosen by Texas Hearing and Service Dogs to go into the program because of his aptitude to learn and obey, he spent nearly a year there and came…

  • gold

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    I AM A LOVER OF MUSIC. bass, melody, rhythm, harmony, chorus, song Music is my “thin space;” that place where God feels so impossibly close and so real that I am momentarily made completely whole. For me, music is joy and grief and healing and God, all set to the very rhythm that my heart beats to.…

  • crossroads

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    you guys are such troopers. each week, you have diligently read on and on (while i droned on and on) in these long dramatic posts. so this week, let’s keep it short and sweet and simple. here’s a quick little song i wrote that i mentioned inthe blog and at church last week. not my…

  • fear

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    I learned to be afraid when I was 4 years old. It was a culmination of things, really – that happened that year. My father was drinking and using more heavily than ever, and despite my mother’s best efforts to have his visitation rights revoked because of his history of violence, I still had to visit…

  • jukebox

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    I have a jukebox that plays in my head. Like constantly. I know this sounds like a lot of fun, but really this is an affliction of sorts. Don’t get me wrong, sometimes it can come in handy.  Say if I am stuck somewhere a little less entertaining than I would like, I can just turn…

  • still

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    And it’s hard to explain how I feel It won’t go in words but I know that it’s real I can be moving or I can be still But still is still movin’ to me Willie Nelson    This house makes 35 – YEP you read me right –35 houses- that I have lived in…

  • coal (3)

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    coal, part 3 read coal (1) read coal (2) … Now let me qualify this. I did not sing a glorious song of praise to the King of Creation in a pitch perfect falsetto. Not even close. I stink at singing. Perhaps I will get to sing in a heavenly choir someday, but here on earth, I am not…

  • coal (2)

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    coal, part 2 read coal (1) …So I began to pour myself out to God in prayer. I went systematically down that list and I began to give each of those failures to God. And as I did, He began to minister to me.  He began to bring to my mind scriptures that reminded me…

  • coal (1)

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    coal, part 1 I would still consider myself a “baby-Christian.” I have not been doing this Jesus thing all that long. I am struggling still with some of the qualities that go with Christianity; things like patience, virtue, and selfcontrol. I practiced life for a pretty long time the other way, so such godly attributes do…