Tag: God
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think it over
If you’ve been with me this long, you’ve undoubtedly noticed something: I tend to overthink. I’ve tried to NOT do it, which hasn’t worked. I really gave it my best try. Denial is the first step, they say but I’m not buying it. I tried denying that I was an overthinker. That only lasted a…
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Painting in Gray
The author shares their deep love for Christmas but struggles with feelings of sadness during the season. They reflect on the impact of weather on their mood, the weight of grief around them, and emphasize the importance of acknowledging emotions without the need to fix them.
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Unpack.
I remember everything. Every horrible word. Every terrible action. I thought I had gotten rid of them by moving forward, but I hadn’t dealt with how their comments made me feel. Who are they, you ask? Various people throughout my life, who I felt had done me wrong (in some way). Being made fun of…
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Adjusting My View
Sunday morning, I was feeling a bit out of it. Stacy and I had had an “intense fellowship” moment, and I just couldn’t seem to focus on anything. I asked on the way to Sunday school, I made it a point to listen out for God’s voice, as I needed something to break my lack…
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Hello, it’s me.
No, not like the Todd Rungren 1972 classic (although it’s groovin’). It has been quite a while since I’ve written anything here. There’s quite a lot going on. This past week, I quietly celebrated 8 years of writing for Give Love Live More. Wow! That’s something. I’ve written a little, I’ve written a lot and…
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Inside my rearview
At breakfast the other day, hindsight came up. In fact, the statement was said that, “Hindsight is 20/20.” It can be thought of as being beautiful. Yeah-hindsight is beautiful. Hindsight affords us the opportunity to see things crystal-clearly, no longer being in the situation. Merriam-Webster defines hindsight as,”the knowledge and understanding that you have about an…
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When I Was a Child
I admire those adults who have managed to keep their “inner child”alive. But it’s not easy.
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Wait your turn.
My dad was a drummer. He grew up playing in church. There was a boy named Artie that watched him play. Artie played when my dad decided not to play any longer. My older brother Maurice played drums intermittently while Artie was the main drummer. Then, when Artie went into the Army, Maurice played drums.…
