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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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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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Before I start, I’d like to give a quick shout-out to my handsome husband, who purchased the Spiral Bible for me for Christmas. I’m a note-taking girly, and I put this particular version on my wish list, in hopes that I would engage with the Word like it is something to study. And his gift…
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I’ll be honest with you. I didn’t get a lot of sleep Sunday night. On Sunday morning, I woke up and my family and I went to church. Then we went to lunch, where something occurred that kind of creamed my corn. Then a movie. Then we came home and I did what I like…
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Born on a full moon, Raspberry made her grand appearance already exhausted and mildly inconvenienced. Witnesses say she emerged already carrying responsibilities, unresolved infant insight, and a to-do list. By age seven, she had mastered the ancient arts of overthinking, reading a room instantly, and apologizing for things that were not her fault. As she…
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There are certain people in Scripture I admire. Leah. Hannah. Stephen. Jeremiah. Joseph. And there are others I recognize. Not because our lives are seamlessly identical. But because something in those kinds of stories feel painfully familiar. I can relate to the woman at the well in more ways than one. When Jesus meets her…
