Our past does not define who we are

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Our past does not define who we are

Our past does not define who we are

We all want our life to count for something. We want to feel, not only that we are important, but that we indeed have purpose. But our past wants to interfere with this concept. The thing is, we all have a past that tells a story. For some, it is a good story. Yet for others it’s a story that may be distasteful according to social, ethical or moral standards. Whether it was something done to us or the consequence of our own choosing, we often walk around dogged by our past. And it is a past we are allowing

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Becoming A Fearless Woman of God

Becoming A Fearless Woman of God

I felt the familiar tightening of my throat muscles as microscopic beads of sweat broke out on my upper lip. My stomach did a somersault. I couldn’t seem to catch my breath even as the sound of my speeding heart pounded in my ears. Nervously I averted my stare away from that of my friend. I thought for sure she could see in my eyes the grip of fear that had taken hold of me. What brought on this sudden flight response, you might be asking? Simply this. It was my friend’s sweet and unexpected invitation for me to come

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Time certainly does NOT heal all wounds

Time certainly does NOT heal all wounds

It is said that time heals all wounds. I beg to differ. In fact, I want to challenge this statement. It has been 40 years since my dad died. I think of him almost every day. My memories have kept him alive in my heart over the years. The nine-year old little girl inside of me who watched her dad ablaze from an accidental fire, desperately wants to hold on to the good memories. The way he laughed. His engaging smile. The way he looked in his hats. My dad sure loved his fedoras. I miss my dad and still

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Freedom from fear through Christ

Freedom from fear through Christ

Fear. For such a small word it sure packs a mighty punch. Like a little giant it looms ominously over certain areas of our life. I sometimes think of fear as that little black fly that comes in as soon as I open the front door. Even though I may not necessarily see it all the time, I can hear it buzzing from room to room, taunting me “you can’t get me.” Sometimes no matter how much I swat at that little sucker, it always seem to evade getting smacked down. That’s like fear! It gets into areas of our

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Bullying, dealing with the ugly monster

The hallway seemed poorly lit.  The shadowy corners of the corridor gave the impression it was much later than the first period after lunch.  I needed to hurry or I was going to be late and Mr. Richardson hated when students walked into his classroom while he was teaching. Everyone seemed to have exited the dreary locker-lined halls.  Everyone except for myself and the two “goth” girls lingering halfway down the halls.  They leaned lazily against one wall turning to watch as my hurried steps echoed on the scruffy tiled floors. I heard one giggle followed by another and saw

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When we struggle with our self worth

When we struggle with our self worth

How do you feel about yourself? We are bombarded every where we turn with images and articles that communicate to us what we should look like and how we should feel about our self. Whether we are sitting in front of the television set or standing in line at the grocery store, these messages are constantly coming at us and have a very powerful impact on how we think. It shouldn’t be surprising that the advertising industry is responsible for creating some of the insecurities women face on a daily basis. They pressure us to maintain a level of beauty

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Are there weeds in your heart?

Are there weeds in your heart?

  Every spring as soon as the weather is tolerable, my husband gets out the gardening tools from the backyard shed. It’s gardening time! Time to pull up the weeds and prune the dead branches and shrubs left over from the harsh winter months.  Then it is time to till the soil and mulch the garden beds before adding new annuals and even a few perennials. I find this process both tedious and tiresome and I have to admit I am more of a spectator than I am an active participant.  Gardening just isn’t one of my strengths nor is it one

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Taking off the mask-moving through healing to your purpose

Taking off the mask-moving through healing to your purpose

I am going to tell you one of my secrets. Listen closely. “I am no where close to where I want to be.” There.  I said it. Now there’s no way for me to pretend I’m someone I’m not.  One thing I want to always portray to my readers and to you, my friends,  is this.   I want to be real.   You see,  I’m on a journey and though I may not be where I want to be, with God’s help, I’m sure headed in the right direction.  Of course there are days when I fall a few steps

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Comparison, a dangerous game

Comparison, a dangerous game

The fluorescent lighting reflected off the glossy covers of the magazines like a beacon, beckoning my attention to the strategically placed magazine rack at the check out counter.  The super sexy model on one cover smiled back at me as if she had been waiting to catch my gaze. Her long legs reminded me shorts and swimsuit season was only a short while away and my mind immediately went to the winter accumulated pounds that were wrapped around my own thighs and waistline. Getting rid of that is going to take some work, I thought to myself. Feeling a bit

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  Surrender control to God

  Surrender control to God

I woke up late afternoon and made my way downstairs to the family room.  This was my normal sleep routine when I work, sleeping during the day and awake at night,  the life of a night shift nurse.  I found the family room empty. At first I wondered where hubby and the kids were but after a backward glance, I noticed the basement door was partially ajar.  I hadn’t noticed that when I’d passed by before. Working 12 hour night shift tends to do that to you.  Anyways, I retraced my steps and followed the sudden burst of laughter to find my family seated

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