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On Friendship
Finding Sacred Ground
Honestly? I can’t say why I questioned our gatherings, but I did. I questioned whether or not I could share my story among them. I asked myself if my faith would stand up to theirs. Trying hard to dismiss the apprehension, I couldn’t...
The Splendor of It All
Growing up, my mother was a wonderful example to me as a hostess. She took her time in the kitchen over every meal to make her family and guests feel loved. She went above and beyond to meet the needs of those who pulled up a chair at our table. And no one ever left...
Lazarus…Wake up!
I spend a lot of time in reflection. I honestly don't know if it's because it takes me so long to process through something or if it's because I have a slight obsession with painstakingly flipping over every rock so I don't miss the tiny details. In truth, probably a...
What I Learned in February
At the end of each month, Emily P. Freeman offers up a link-up to post a bit about what we learned for the month. It can be serious. It can be funny. Something useful...or perhaps just some new perception on just about anything. The idea is to just get it out there...
On Peace
Five Minute Friday: Open
This week's Five Minute Friday prompt is on the word open. It was easy for me to keep things bottled up. I wouldn't confront my past. I let the enemy have a stronghold over so many places of hurt and I just wouldn't allow God to have access to my heart. Not willingly....
What peace looks like to me…
Growing up, I honestly thought the truest meaning for peace was to abstain from an argument. To cease fire. To shake hands, retreat and remove the opposition. Peace, while still all of those things, has a different meaning for me now. And let me just brace myself...
In finding the rest…
Yesterday was quite the day. It felt heavy on my chest the moment I arose from the bed. (5:07 a.m., for those of you who wondered) I let my husband know that I was a little off-kilter and that I would, hopefully, return home in a better mood. Nothing was wrong, but...
Save your thoroughness for prayer…
I love to write. And I love to write almost as much as I love tea. And I love tea almost as much as watching movies that speak to my heart. So you can imagine what happens when these three loves of mine perfectly align. Writing, as I sip a cup of tea over a chick...