Tag: Growth
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I’ve decided to let it all go.
Today feels a little like my insides are being carved out and set on fire. Graphic, I know. It feels that way, too. I feel a lot scared looking at the path I committed to. It feels like God told me that He is shifting my path when I was on the mountain with Him…
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at the foot of the broom bush / even if it’s crawling
Fun fact: I love how detailed the Lord is to include specific trees through out the Bible. I tend to like my books full of the juicy deets. Make those sentences the length of three paragraphs, please. I want to read and be entering into what I’m reading. I want the perfect words as the…
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I fight to feel purposeful.
I honestly didn’t even realize until I was reading the genealogy in Matthew, highlighting all the women who were important mamas, but when I came to verse 16, the tables turned. “& Jacob fathered Joseph the husband of Mary, who gave birth to Jesus who is called the Christ.” —Matthew 1 The shift in my…
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Scratching each others backs.
Can we grow together today? I mean, this post is about to be so unoriginal, a fine mix between you, me, NLT Bible commentary, & Thessalonians. I simply want to lay this down for you, drop the mic, in hopes that you will pick it up. The conversation starts between my friend &…
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Who we need.
The older I get the more friends I’ve lost. Or would it be more accurate to say that in the first three years of my twenties I had more friends than I did in my entire life. Then I got married. Then I had a baby. Both, doing wonders to my voluminous friends frequenting my…
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When you’re little every girl with at least one sister dreams of being an only daughter. Not that you could survive without your sister or that the precise idea of her not being in your world has ever crossed your mind in the process of your grandiose dream. Not that you care to be an…
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It’s April/May. It might as well be May, because we only have one more week, and at the rate we throw days around our head, releasing them like we’re all Olympic shot put catapult kind of gals, well, to us… its May. So four whole months into 2015, and I like to believe in progress.…
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Keep the earth below my feet.
The Lord’s been soothing me, healing my sores through three words. Three words that he won’t let go of. Three words in which he has become a broken record, repeating until I loosen my grip. Until I let the words was over more than my ears, but that seep into all those crevices within me.…
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Today is for gold.
Some plants die if they have too much sunshine. It may be that you are planted where you only get a little, but you are put there by a loving Farmer because only in that situation will you produce fruit unto perfection. Remember this: if any other condition had been better for you than the…
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This is no slow dance Tim McGraw last chance last dance homecoming wrap up.
Because this day has been the pot of gold at the end of what seems to have been the longest rainbow ever. & you’ve been waiting the minute your head pops off the pillow & that still small voice reminds you that the day is finally here. Today is the day. & so you’re floating…