“There are different activities, but the same God activates each gift in each person.” -1 Corinthians 12:6 HCSB Listen in as Amy and I reflect on how our personalities factor into the way we interact with the world around us. Discover which personality test(s) we’ve found the most useful and consistent and how our personality can influence our purpose. Hear Amy’s informative break down of her favorite personality profile that’ll...
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Have you ever found yourself in a waiting period that seems to go on forever? A time where you feel like a toddler in the backseat of a car asking, “Are we there yet? Are we there yet?” This stage of winter can feel a lot like that. Waiting has a way of stripping our identity down to us and God–alone. It can be a time of giving ourselves permission to grieve a loss or change. We don’t usually volunteer to wait–especially when that...
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Who doesn’t like FREE, new stuff? Giving away things makes the world go ’round, am I right? Maybe not exactly, but you get my drift. Handing out free gifts puts a little joy in your soul. After being sequestered in the writer’s closest, you sorta-kinda-alot just want to bust a move and sing Cyndi Lauper songs. A girl just wants to have fun, eventually. So without further ado: ...
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I have not fallen off the map. Over the last few months, I’ve been fleshing out writing ideas that go beyond one blog post. And when I’m working on something, I squeeze all my energy in that direction, tunneling my vision as if aiming at a bull’s eye. In our house, we call it the “Pit Bull” mentality. Once I sink my teeth into a project or responsibility, I hold on, expending time and resources...
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Any eloquence for my one word of this year, has vanished. Part of that has everything to do with how, since 2012, each one word has inflicted me with an awe-inspiring and frightfully prophetic nature. Last year’s “invite”, opened doors of certain invitation I was not prepared for. And when they opened, I, from pure habit, shut them with a “no”. In fact, I slammed them rather rudely, the door jams...
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Every bit of ground I own, every space I occupy, I’m homesick. I’m homesick with an ache so loud, I can almost hear it growl. But I feel it too. Clawing at my insides, searching for something to devour, eating away at my throbbing heart. Nothing satisfies. All of it is highlighted against the backdrop of the overwhelming weight of the world. I remember how Hope first came to me. How I’d lived as an unconventional...
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