Category: forgiveness
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There’s a version of my life that exists right now that no one can really sees. Not because I’m hiding it, but because it isn’t loud. It isn’t obvious. It isn’t something someone could identify. It’s been a quiet build. Gradual. It’s built in small decisions. Not made of big moments, but smaller ones. Choosing…
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I once equated “slipping” to failure. That if I found myself thinking the same thoughts, feeling the same burgers, leaning toward the same patterns, then nothing had really changed. But I don’t see it that way anymore. Slipping isn’t the same as going back. It’s often just a moment. What matters most is what I…
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I talked yesterday about uncertainty…where I am in my life now. Why I don’t like the feeling of “not knowing.” I know that the Lord knows that. I tell Him all the time that I don’t like this. I don’t like not being able to plan. I don’t like not knowing what to do all…
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I’m in a strange season right now. The kind where so many circumstances in my life feel…unsettled. Nothing is falling apart.Nothing is completely stable either. Just…uncertain. Things I can’t control.Things I can’t predict.Things for which I don’t have answers yet. And if I am being honest, I don’t love the way that feels. I like…
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My whole life, I’ve worked to be “chosen.” Chosen by friends.Chosen by men.Chosen by family.Chosen by anyone who could potentially look at me and decide I was work keeping. I didn’t always know what I was doing. I thought that the way we show appreciation for relationships was through effort. So it didn’t feel like…
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I once heard someone say that the devil can hear the words we say out loud, and in fact, those words are sometimes what he uses as an opening to create chaos in our lives. I started a prayer journal in September, and while I wonder if the devil can read the words, I still…
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In keeping with yesterday’s theme, below is a short list of ways that I realize how awesome my mom is. I reserve the right to edit/add on to this list as needed.
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It is only after my children grew up that I recognized how little I appreciated my own parents. I know I wasn’t easy to raise. And I see that now – in a way I probably couldn’t have seen before. I still call my father “Daddy.” He’ll be 61 this year, and after a stroke,…
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I used to think I was going to change the world. With my efforts. With my love. With success. With wisdom. And at 38, I’ve come to realize that I’m just ordinary… …which used to offend me. “Ordinary.” Nothing happening. No major events. No stories worth telling. But ordinary days are where most of life…
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The social construct of “matching their energy” is played out. I used to do it, too. If someone was distant, I’d pull back. If someone was short with me, I’d return that tone. If someone showed up halfway, I’d adjust to meet him/her there. But what feels like self-protection, balance, and “giving what I get”…
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