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Until we understand how to be present, to be us now, to sit with where we are exactly, we will not be able to be where God wants us. Psalm 46:10 compels us to just stop. Quit kicking, screaming, or pretending. Sit in your half tended garden, in that pile of ashes that embarrass you.
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Perhaps a little amateur devotional today . . . my thoughts given freely—keep your pennies (they don’t make them anymore!) First: Ask, Seek, Knock. Those are our instructions. We’re told by Jesus that the Father in heaven loves us deeply and will not swindle us or placate us. He will give us what we need.
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I want to. I haven’t always. It is a responsibility, a lost art. Today, our culture is so “fly by night.” When we are bored, we quit. When we dislike, we cancel. I want to be a person of integrity, even when it is unpopular. When doing the hard thing, I want to slow down
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Billy Joel had it right, sort of, when he put that song on an album. It is all about soul, just not the exact way he meant it. The Soul–that piece of us that makes us us. We are a soul, after all, stuck in a body. In Hebrew, Nephesh—a living being. Made not just
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I have a decision to make. Well, several really. And I think I’m afraid of making a mistake, but mistakes are necessary because it is how we learn and grow. There can be no maturing without risk. But what if the decision isn’t clear? What if it’s a gut feeling I’ve been sitting on for
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I wish my butt was bigger and my belly was smaller. . . But that’s not the case. I wish I’d have listened to Mary when she said I was too young and she wasn’t the right choice. . . But I didn’t. I wish I hadn’t burned so many brain cells on alcohol so
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I am becoming the thing I have tried to avoid! Danger ahead! Road CLOSED! Turn back! There is this story Jesus told that I have always viewed as applicable only to others. Certainly not to me. After all, I refuse to be fake (true story). Knowingly, that is. It’s the story of Mary and Martha.
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I have lived many lives. No, I’m not saying I believe in reincarnation, because I do not. I mean in this life–I’ve lived many. Jobs, careers, relationships, versions of me, scales of faith, willingness to love, adaptability, etc. I change a lot. God doesn’t. And yet, I couldn’t hope to figure Him out. I’m thankful
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Lately I’ve been mourning all of the losses that have seemed to accumulate around me over the last 5 years or so. I didn’t make time to do this along the way because there was “too much to do.” In my ignoring of myself and my intense focus on others, I did not see I
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Lord, Why do I always seem to come back to this place of uncertainty? Not of You. But of me. Maybe I don’t like myself as much as I think I do. It’s true, I say that I am not impressed with myself at all. That’s primarily because I KNOW that any “accomplishment” in my
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