Category: Reflections on a Journey
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Not By My Strength, But His
Ever heard of a life verse? It’s a verse from the Bible that speaks to you and usually defines the way in which you walk in your daily life with Christ. Do you have one? I do. One I even decided to tattoo on my arm as a reminder to live out its truth daily:…
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It’s All About the Heart
“Yes, she is a pastor.” “Oh, really? I never would have guessed that.” This was the response received in the cabinet section at the local home improvement store. The comment made when my husband advised the sweet lady of my second “vocation.” It wasn’t the first time I had been told this. It was a…
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He is still working through you
A couple years ago I was on fire. Passionate. I was pretty certain that God had placed a specific calling on my heart. I knew I had heard him, remember the events. The time. The place. Who was around. What He said to me. I had a plan and a purpose. A focus. A desire.…
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The one who “sees” you
Ever had to do an assignment in which you were asked to think about your funeral? Never. Well…I had never been either, until reading through the next chapter in the weekly devotional my husband and I have been completing together. Full disclosure: We are on our second round. Really our first and less than half.…
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So what if I am beautiful?
Can you begin to hate a word? Like cringe every time you see it or hear it? Has that ever happened to you? Because it had happened to me. See, I had begun to hate a word. I hated what this word had come to define in culture. What the world had taught women about…
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The Battle: Part 1
Tossing. Turning. Up. Down. This was the position of my body through the night, but also my head. Awake for 3 hours while the devil wreaked havoc on my brain. For 3 solid hours he attacked my purpose. My integrity. All my regrets. He tapped into all the things that made me feel inadequate, useless,…
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Your fear is lying to you
I remember the last time I got on a roller coaster before I declared them off-limits for me. I used to love them. The twisty, the better. So what made me stop? What made me walk around with this irrational fear of them? Nothing has ever happened to me on one. No known tragedy related…
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On finding acceptance in an old hometown
Hometowns. They can bring such feelings of security. Safety. The feeling of being at home. But there’s a flip side. Those hometowns often become the place we never feel at home. Not accepted. Only remembered for all the mistakes you made. A person you likely are not anymore Jesus was no stranger to being rejected…
Grace N Grounds 