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Are we all truly wanted and loved by God?
A little over a year ago my parents gave each of us a DNA test through Ancestry.com for Christmas. At the time, I wondered, why now? Our family history is mired in secrets and things you just don’t talk about. However, my older brother had a keen desire to know and had long been digging
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Let go….
My thoughts this morning are scattered and flitting about; some of them touch down softly, lightly gracing my mind as a butterfly landing on your sleeve; others sort of vwap right into the temple and veer off crazily like a kamikaze fly on a hot day. So, please bear with me as I try to
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My cup overflows…
Psalms 23:5-6 You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies. You anoint my head with oil; my cup overflows. Surely your goodness and love will follow me all the days of my life, and I will dwell in the house of the LORD forever. About two weeks ago a guest pastor
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Love is….
Lying in a hospital bed; I had sensors all over my abdomen and on my arms. Monitoring me and my child within me; my body had stopped providing him with nourishment and he was already a week past his due date. The Dr’s were going to induce. While, at the time, I wasn’t a Christian
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Anxiety…. and the post-social-interaction hangover we all wish we could wish away
I’m … buzzing. Humming. Fizzing… Trying to find the words to express the sensation of every internal muscle still tense and thrumming as a result of social anxiety… that began more than 20 hours ago. Take a deep breath in and out, count to four… is now a good time to roll out the yoga
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What is in a name?
I had 3 different names before I was 7 years old. My given name always remained the same, but my last name was on rotation to keep me safe and unrelated to the man who sired me. When I reached the stage of adulthood where people wanted to call me Miss or Ma’am or Mrs,
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Transitions are hard…
It’s Tuesday, the first day back to work and school following Easter, and while my cup is overflowing with work and responsibilities, my mind remains focused on the looks on my children’s faces this morning. Both turned downward, inward, eyes at a distance. It was a morning where screens were far more welcomed than hugs;
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Unfurl Me
Unfurl meas with the seed hidden in darkness; Unfurl meas with the crocus who presses through the frozen earth Unfurl meas with the dandelion pressed down by the weight of mankind’s greed Unfurl my heartas so many petals reaching for the sun Unfurl my heartas with the newly hatched butterfly filling her wings with the