Tag: grateful
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On Toleration & Celebration
I believe God loves me but often struggle with the idea that he LIKES me. I trust fully in Jesus and am thankful to receive his forgiveness, but I sometimes catch myself slinking around in the corners of the Kingdom hoping no one will notice how much I don’t belong. Deep down, I hold an…
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How My Fear Became Faith
Fear was my father’s favorite game and one I learned to play at four years old. With gleaming green eyes and a wicked sense of humor, my father was a force. His family had always been trouble and trash, but he was equally handsome and charming. My mother met and married him in a whirlwind,…
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deep earthy honey-soaked butterscotchy royal autumn gold
Gold is my favorite color. And before all you ladies say AMEN, I don’t mean jewelry-gold (although that is quite nice and I am certainly not opposed to it). I also don’t mean sunshine or lemon or butter or dandelion yellow . I am talking about that deep, earthy, honey-soaked, butterscotchy, royal autumn gold. You…
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victory celebration
I am a sucker for baptisms. They get me every time. I don’t know why I even bother to wear makeup on Baptism Sunday because the sobbing is so severe, God help my mascara. I so love the symbolism of being washed clean, of being made new, of being raised up in new life. I just can’t ever…
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the who
Jesus said to him, “I am the way, and the truth, and the life. No one comes to the Father except through me.” John 14:6 In the last post, I stated that we must be rooted in the truth of who God is through a personal relationship with him in order to grow spiritually and flourish. That…
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thanks, but no thanks.
Thanksgiving is such a time of temptation for me. And it’s not just the food, y’all. Let’s face it, our culture has done an excellent job creating approximately a bajillion distractions and things to stress and worry over during the holiday season. When you combine all the visiting family members, the responsibility of large meal preparation,…
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40 days
Lent is still kind of new and confusing to me. Every year when it arrives, I have to go google it and try to re-understand the history behind the custom so I can try to wrap my brain around it a little bit more. I didn’t grow up in church, so I walked into this faith thing completely ignorant to the…