Category: Life
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As I continue to study God’s Word, I understand that what I once only recognized as non-fictional words on a page are – in reality – real life instructions for how we should be living our lives today. The Bible isn’t just a history book. It’s a handbook. I finished Jeremiah and moved onto Ezekiel.…
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I’m going down my self-made list of words that are generally used incorrectly these days. Today’s vocabulary word: Self-care. I think we’ve watered down its meaning. Somewhere along the way, self-care became synonymous with indulgence. Bubble baths.Face masks.Mani / Pedis.Online shopping. And there is absolutely nothing wrong with doing any of those things. But honestly,…
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People talk about “boundaries” constantly these days. “Set boundaries.”“Protect your peace.”“Cut people off.” I can empathize with the heart behind those phrases, but I don’t think boundaries are always defined – or used – appropriately. That term has been oversimplified, like setting a boundary is magic. In my experience, sometimes we can express a boundary…
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I don’t love the word “trigger.” Emotional triggers are real. But I think the word is overused (or used entirely incorrectly), misunderstood, and weaponized. Somewhere, at some point, society started treating triggers like permission. Permission to lash out. To avoid accountability. To demand that everyone else emotionally accommodate us at all times. And I don’t…
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I am honest about myself these days to recognize that, sometimes, I was the problem. I wasn’t trying to be. But in the middle of chaos, there used to be this deep need/impulse to address everything. Every disagreement. Every accusation. Every misunderstanding. Every perceived slight. If something bothered me, I reacted. If something hurt me,…
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My son got a book for me for Mother’s Day called, “Mom, I want to hear your Story.” He knows me well. I love “homework.” I thought it would be a fun idea to blog some of the answers to the questions in the book, maybe as a way to reveal more about myself without…
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Mother’s Day came. And instead of feeling celebrated, I felt heavy. And that’s not the version of a holiday that most people post about. You know, the pictures that contain flowers and brunch and smiles and gratitude. Don’t get me wrong – I put on the happy face and took some of those, too. But…
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“It’s the way I won’t…” That’s how I know I”m changing. My life doesn’t look dramatically different, and I haven’t suddenly become perfect. I still struggle. But there are things in my life I will not do anymore. I thought once that growth meant becoming someone completely new. Now it feels more like restraint. Wisdom.…
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Sometimes I wonder who I’d be if I wasn’t always enduring. If my choices had been better. If my circumstances had been lighter.Simpler.Less complicated. If I hadn’t spent so much time navigating consequences, emotions, relationships, and the weight of my own decisions. Who would I be if I wasn’t always in the middle of something?…
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I spiraled yesterday. I received two notifications on my phone. Not back-to-back, but congruently enough that I was affected. And I don’t even know why. The first notification was essentially an assertion of blame. I was made aware of a couple of things that were, apparently, my “fault.” My reflexes caused me to trip. Over…
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