I’ve looked at what someone else is doing and think, “I must do that too.” I’ve been drawn away from my own path by the bright and shiny, other thing. I’ve been lured out, more from pressure to measure up, rather than measured steps of the Holy Spirit. I’ve compared. I’ve competed. I’ve people-pleased my way into heavy yokes. Then, I’ve crammed someone’s square talent into...
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“We all know that when courage dies, creativity dies with it. We all know that fear is a desolate boneyard where our dreams go to desiccate in the hot sun.” Elizabeth Gilbert, Big Magic–Creative Living Beyond Fear There really is no such thing as Fear Not, at least not an altogether, not. When it comes to taking risk, fear haunts us. Before we can even put ourselves out there, fear will be there leading us...
Read More“The devil is not now pictured in the Scriptures as wise, only as shrewd. We are warned not against his wisdom but against his wiles, something very different.” A.W. Tozer, Man: The Dwelling Place of God As a little girl, I remember going to sleepovers, staying up past bedtimes or sane parents, and telling ghost stories. In our flannael pajamas, we’d pull our blankets around our shoulders. Sitting...
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“Try as we might to control our discomfort by containing our inefficiencies or clawing for answers to all our questions, we simply won’t ever have 100% comfort as long as we’re human.” — Amy Hunt, Founder and Vision Leader, C’est La Vie: The Magazine I’ll never get used to the way secrets are locked up. The way they make you cower under their power. The way they hiss horrible-nothings...
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My family and I dodged through a congest Dallas. Just earlier, we witnessed where rain had swollen creekbeds until they raged with rapids. But now cars jammed together like a snake of metal along highways, participating in the normal big city traffic. I clutched the arm of our car door as semi’s bee-bopped between lanes, without so much as a care to cars. I pointed my finger, “There, there,” along the...
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I was the shiny new girl. The one who came most anytime of a school year when growing up. Middle, beginnings, or endings, did not matter really. Most every grade was in a different school. I loved it then. I could change. Be a chameleon. I graduated with strangers, or in the least, casual acquaintances. That was when I first, really ached for community, for a family of friends to celebrate memories I never shared. I...
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