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Got our first call from our county DHR social worker. Yes, our file has been lost in a pile. Yes, I've been given bad information. Yes, though we are still approved, so much time has elapsed there is information that has to be updated. BUT, I have faith this new person is now on top of it and we are now headed in the right direction. Stay tuned.

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Belated Merry Christmas and Happy New Year greetings! Everyone's holiday posts have been up....except for mine. It's not that I am behind. It's that I've been enjoying the moment! We've has an extended amount of family time this holiday season. In addition to our regular family traditions and my birthday celebration, A.J. planned what he called "Five Nights of Christmas", where the week before

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From my personal experience and observation, I've recently come to recognize there are three types of men- one who cowers, one who bullies, and one who stands. These thoughts came together for me as I observed my own husband. Darkness was lurking about our family. Just as with Eve, I was the one being stalked. But first, let me get back to the types of men. A coward, when faced with the darkness

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The Empowered to Connect Conference became personal for me. As the behaviors of hurt children were mentioned, I identified with some of them. I knew I was an odd kid - rocking, spinning, and unexplained stomach pains. The rocking and spinning were self comforting behaviors from emotional neglect. The stomach pains were my response to a high tension and anxious environment. A friend asked when

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Hubby and I were blessed to spend two days at a recent Empowered to Connect Conference. I've been trying to think of a way to convey the wealth of information and tools we obtained on this blog, but it's just too much. Seems there is a better solution! I came across this series of short videos which are the perfect synopsis. This series would be valuable to ANYONE who comes in contact with a "

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Quote of the day from M.Bray, "Now we know what the kids feel like. They are victims of the system too." In November, it will be two years since our adoption journey began, when the Holy Spirit broke our hearts over the kids who are left floundering in foster care, waiting to be adopted. Going into it, I expected it to be frustrating. It's has been completely frustrating. The total incompetency

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Over the past several weeks, I've been barely aware of flashes of long term disappointments as I've gone about my days. Nothing significant that I thought needed my attention. But today, it hit me like a freight train, knocking me off my feet. It may have something to do with where I left off reading A Praying Life by Paul Miller. A wound is opened. Negative thoughts pelt me relentlessly.

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Nothing. No phone calls. No emails. Despite leaving two messages and making two different inquiries online, we still have not heard a word from anyone on the adoption front. The kids and I chuckle when we hear the commercials on the radio encouraging people to adopt. "WE ARE HE-RE! Waiting!" And I can't go to the website very often because it simply breaks my heart.  A couple of weeks ago, AJ

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Recently an email was sent to me encouraging me to watch and share an online movie, Divided.   The movie argues that "modern youth ministry is contrary to Scripture".  I watched the movie.  Though I agree the methods and focus of youth ministry is generally misguided and needs to be rethought in most cases, the presentation itself left me with a few concerns I'd like to respectfully address.

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The peripheral of my extended world has been rocked a few times over the past several weeks.  All separate situations.  Sin happens.  It even happens within the hearts and lives of those who have their place in the church each Sunday. Most don't recognize exposure is God's mercy.  With exposure there is hope for repentance and restoration with those relations impacted directly.  Even more

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Today is our twentieth wedding anniversary!  Very grateful that by God's grace and mercy, we've reached this milestone more as He intended us to be, individually and as husband and wife.  Hope He grants us many more years together.  I love you, AJ, as long as my heart is beating!

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It was so pleasant outside this morning, rather than humid, I moved my time with the Lord on my deck.  A gentle breeze was blowing, birds were chattering, and the sun's rays were filtering through the leaves.  It fed my soul!  Tried to capture it with a picture, but it's not the same as experiencing it. Awoke today with a heart overflowing with love and gratefulness.  Life is not easy.  I

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It's been an emotional day and as I write this, it's not even noon!  My heart is completely filled with praise, adoration, and gratefulness to God. Actually, overwhelmed might be a better description. Nothing has happened to prompt it. It's just the state of mind He put me in as I began my day. So if you see a few tears trickle down my face, my nose is a little red and stuffy, or you pass my

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I fell for it.  Actually, I set myself up for it. I knew the outcome because it's not a lapse of their character. It is their character.  So what was I trying to prove? Definition of stupidity is repeatedly doing the same thing but expecting a different outcome. Do I enjoy self inflicted pain??? Why do I want this person who wrongs me to at least demonstrate regret? Why do I care if I matter to

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With life changes soon to be upon us, several weeks ago we set aside this past weekend to get away and rejuvenate our family's relational bonds.  In others, just hang out and enjoy being together!  So off to Atlanta we went.  And it was a near perfect weekend of food, movies, baseball, golf, pool, and reading.  We also celebrated CF's birthday. As soon as I arrived, I checked my email.  It

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My God-in-nature loving friend, Cathy, introduced me to the Lenten Garden.  Let me explain.... Above is the Lenten Garden representing the different occurrences of Easter weekend.  On the left is the Garden of Gethsemane.  On the top right is Golgotha.  Bottom right is the tomb where they put the body of Jesus. My kiddos finishing up the Lenten Garden In the Garden of Gethsemane the fern

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It finally feels safe enough to begin to dream! Just got off the phone with our social worker. Tomorrow she is turning our home study into our agency who is anxious to get it in their hands. After their review it will go to the state for approval. Okay, I know THAT may take a while. But it's really happening. Wonder what the Lord has in store for us all. Guardedly excited and hopeful while

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I am bowing my knee~  In the eye of the Father who created me, In the eye of the Son who purchased me,  In the eye of the Spirit who cleansed me. Happy St. Patrick's Day!      

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Our family literally breaks bread together several times a week. Then we dip it in olive oil with freshly grated parmesan or crushed garlic. YUM! Great family time while finishing up dinner preparations. Anyway, I am revisiting making bread using Artisan Bread in Five Minutes a Day. It is literally that easy. I'll do almost anything to avoid a trip to the grocery store.

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For the last several days, A.J. and I have fallen into the trap of being on the defensive with each other.  How I am interacting with him is actually reflecting my belief in God.  It's really not about me and A.J.  It's about me and God.  What does my attitude, my response, my thoughts, and my words reveal about my relationship with the Lord at this time?  Bringing that question into the here and

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The weekend started a mission to deep clean, declutter, rearrange, and prepare. It came upon me like a sudden wind.  Not premeditated.  It's like an uncontrollable driving force coming from within. Last week we were finally able to schedule the second half of our home study. Think that has something to do with it? And I always thought nesting was hormonal.

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Lukewarm Christianity. My entire life I've been warned against it.  I remember the term mostly used in my childhood.  But I've never heard it presented from this angle.  Wow!  Follow the link if you're brave enough to face possible conviction as this recovering Pharisee has. The Myth of the Lukewarm Christian

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In the past couple of weeks, I've set a few days aside to develop new designs for my hobby especially since Valentine's Day is right around the corner. Last week was a struggle.  This week the designs fell into place.  It was so exciting to me how the Lord opened up my eyes to see different shapes come alive.  Each "mistake" showed me something I could use to make another design work. After

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Looking back through my journal for the year, it seems the work the Lord has been doing in my life has a theme, fear less.  From within and without He continually exposed and released me from my strongholds of fear.  It's been an incredible journey, best described as painfully beautiful.  As the year was starting to come to a close, He took it one step further. A couple of months ago a

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  Merry Christmas!  Wishing you His best in the coming New Year!

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It's been since October since we've met and talked with our social worker about adopting and had our first home study.  It was only suppose to take a few weeks before we'd be moving on to the next step.  But we heard nothing. Since the holidays hit, I had decided to wait until the first of the year before contacting her again.  Then she ran into me a couple of weeks ago and I got the scoop.  

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Quick note and break for all the action to reveal what's going on with me.... It's called ***** *****!, my new hobby.  They are hand decorated cake truffles and pops.  I've been researching and considering this leap for a few months. bitty bites is a fun way for me to be creative but not terribly time consuming. My goal is to take custom orders, but first I have to let people know about

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Whether this dream is from the Holy Spirit or my subconscious, I am unsure.  Even if it's only me, there is truth in it which may be encouraging to myself of someone else in the future.  So here it is. Like most of my dreams, the details are fuzzy.  Somehow I was whisked away into something that was more than what I intended.  I was not in control of what was happening to me and I couldn't get

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"Be strong and let your heart take courage, all you who hope in the Lord." Psalm 31:34

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Note: This post is a continuation of Raw. So I did what I said.  I let "it" go by placing it at the foot of the cross.  I left my sword at home so I wouldn't be tempted to fight.  He was handling it.     Stillness. Peace. Rest. Against my nature.  No analyzing.  No introspection.  No planning.  No brainstorming.  Just literally being.  I set my chair on the sand and soaked up the

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Sometimes, I think I've been set up.   For a couple of days, I'd been thinking how over the years I had opened myself up and wasted energy on the chaos of my extended family.  I wish I had not spent so much time on it.  It robbed my family from enjoying the best of me and I enjoying them, time I'll never have back.  It wasn't thoughts of condemnation but rather of understanding.   Then a

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Before the school year began, a friend gathered a group of older experienced homeschool moms to her home for a time of encouragement and prayer.  It was a refreshing time of sharing our struggles of juggling family, parenting, and teaching.  We each shared our burdens, wrote them down and committed to pray for one another throughout the school year. My index card of requests is tucked inside my

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It's ba-aaack! Yep.  Chaos is a three-headed creature and the one that's been laying low is looking to step through my threshold.  Kinda hard to do when a few years ago it burned the bridge too.  Not only that, it continued to throw explosives periodically just to make sure it was completely destroyed.  All along the way I've thought, how is all this ever to be reconciled?  I cannot even

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The amphitheater venue is under a clear, star-filled night sky.  The seats are packed.  I know no one around me outside my immediate family.  I showed up simply because I knew He would show up.  And I wanted to worship Him. Carefree and unhindered.  Fully. Worship. Him.  What a blessing!

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The Lord has been with me as I endured the refiner's fire.  He has walked with me through the valleys.  But, Can I be at rest and still be close to you, Lord? In my mind, I laid that question before Him and walked away.  I say "walked away" because unlike my usual self, I did not fret or toil over it. He has answered repeatedly. YES! YES! YES! Yes! as the Holy Spirit overwhelms me in worship

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When I was young, living in the country, there was a train crossing three streets over from our home.  The whistle blew all hours of the day and night.  We lived near the train track for 12 years, but it didn't disturb me.  I was familiar with the noise. Fast forward a few decades, traveling the rural areas of the South with the family.  It's late.  We are exhausted.  We stop at a decent looking

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Celebrating the highlights of summer...  Long weekend in the ATL. Day trip to the lake to hang with friends. Kiddos and I heard screeching and discovered this in our backyard.  Our cat was hunting the hawk!  That was over an hour of entertainment. M. Bray participated in two acting camps (4 weeks of camp).  She discovered she can dance! and she had a solo.  It was a blossoming summer for

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Group Preparation & Selection Classes~10 weeks/30 hours completed 8/9 Paperwork completed 8/15 Home Study We are on the final leg of this journey.  Today as I made copies to get the paperwork in the mail, for the first time I'm seriously getting nervous.  Reality is setting in.  We are knowingly on a path which will completely change our lives and our relationships. Forever. The uncertainty of

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Note: This post is a continuation of The Gatekeeper Fear and love are incompatible.  I cannot love what I fear.  In fear I seek self protection and self interest.  In fear I cannot act in a way which is best for you.  The Bible speaks to this in 1John 4:18, "There is no fear in love.  But perfect love drives out fear, because fear has to do with punishment.  The one who fears is not made perfect

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Chaos knocked at my door.  Actually, it called my phone and left me a message.  After burning bridges a few years ago, it knows it's not welcome.  Now I'm the gatekeeper. Every so often it shows back up, expecting to be let in without a word said.  It thinks I have amnesia. New tactic.  Pull in an innocent party.  It caught me off guard.  I was not mentally prepared this time. As I began

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Nineteen years ago today.... My, how we have grown!   Our strength in our marriage is we complement each other.  AJ is humorous and optimistic.  I am realistic and inquisitive.  We've always enjoyed each others company. Despite our strength, I came into marriage with a lot of baggage and unrealistic expectations which neither of us were aware.  It took it's toll.  Wow!  What the Lord has done!

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Usually my reflections and evaluations tend to be the negative kind.  I tend to measure myself against perfection. (Reluctantly admitting, I tend to measure others against perfection also.)  With perfection as the criteria, there's no hope.  So I beat myself up mentally and drive myself into despair, especially when it comes to spiritual matters.   Then, a few years ago, I was challenged to

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Adoption requires lots of paperwork, preparation, and if done correctly, introspection. Our latest exercise is to write an autobiography. They ask for lots of details, including details about experiences and relationships of family of origin. I was hoping I would skate right through as I walked through the chaos. That didn't happen. As I was struggling and attempting to fight back my

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November. Sick child. Late night trip to ER. Just a couple of hours of sleep. Crawl out of bed and head to church. Normally would have slept in, especially on a Sunday. We had no commitments. We did not HAVE to be there. But we unknowingly had an appointment with the Holy Spirit. One of those pivotal appointments where your heart is amazingly transformed. AJ and I are creatures of ease.

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Having recently read Donald Miller's A Million Miles in a Thousand Years, life story has been on the forefront of my mind. Briefly, Miller compares a personal life story to the story of a character in a novel. To be a good story a character faces obstacles and suffering and yet overcomes them. A good personal life story is the same. However, my thoughts were in context of a family legacy.

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Growing up, music was a constant in our home. Seems like the radio was constantly playing in the background and then there were eight tracks, albums, and 45's and later cassettes. I was somewhat obsessed with Barry Manilow, not him personally, but his music. As I reached adulthood, I began to understand the impact the lyrics had in my perception of the world and relationships. In ways, my

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The kids and I recently spent a relaxing afternoon in the country wading through creeks,building damns, following animal trails, and listening to the wind blowing through the pines. Psalm 145:5 On the glorious splendor of Your majesty and on Your wonderful works, I will meditate.

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Today I attended the funeral for a two year old who was killed in an accident over the weekend. We had just been with the family a couple of days earlier on a field trip. Wondering if the heartache I and others feel for them helps to lighten their load. I sure hope so. Cannot even imagine....

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Rejoicing in His Resurrection!

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It just so happen that on Good Friday my personal time of praise was focused on Jesus as my deliverer. So grateful, for through the day I continued to reflect on that thought. Then the accuser stepped in, reminding me of my guilt and shame. It was one of those times when it was so overwhelming, I became physically sick. The Holy Spirit reminded me not to shun what Jesus accomplished on the

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Christ be with me, Christ before me, Christ behind me.Christ in me, Christ beneath me, Christ above me.Christ on my right, Christ on my left.Christ where I lie, Christ where I sit, Christ where I arise.Christ in the heart of every man who thinks of me.Christ in the mouth of every man who speaks of me.Christ in every eye that sees me.Christ in every ear that hears me.Salvation is of the Lord.Happy

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My aspirations has been to be part of "the beautiful people." Smartly dressed, always smiling, seemingly without a care. Living in beautiful, professionally decorated homes with manicured lawns and driving luxury cars and SUV's. Their children dressed neatly, excelling in their extracurricular activities as well as in school, help reflect the beautiful parents having it all together. Then on

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For the past eighteen years I've been a member of a Biblically sound church. I'm grateful for the impact it has had on me in knowing the Bible. It's simple, sound, and direct. But I came to a point of spiritual stagnation. Like any water left to stand, I became polluted by my own impurities. Eventually our family made the difficult choice to visit another church. Many months later and we

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Catching the kiddos up on their Bible class today. M. Bray has been studying the Commandments and one of her assignments was to reflect and write a few paragraphs honoring each of your parents. Here's what she wrote~My mother brings all of us crazy people in the family down to earth. She is close to God and helps us become closer to Him too. Philosophy seems to be a gift God has given her.

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There are a band of characters who've managed to weasel their way into my life along the way. Not sure when they arrived, but it seems they've always been with me. I've given them nicknames~Little Orphan Annie A fatherless girl desperate for love and security, seeks to earn her way into others' hearts but usually goes unnoticed or is brokenhearted.Atlas Poor guy believes the weight of the

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When my day has been trying or I seek relief from circumstances beyond my control, what or who do I turn to? I turn to empty and broken cisterns before I turn to You, Lord. As I reflect on those cisterns I realize if not immediately then eventually turning to those cisterns create or invite even more chaos. It's not genuine comfort. It may just be a distraction. It may be taxing

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Day three of fighting with my computer. It's running slow, locking up, and not loading some programs. Basically it's being a thorn in my side! Oh! It has the recommended antivirus and antispyware programs. I know. I check cnet periodically. I defragment, run cleaners, minimize my start-up programs, delete unused programs, and have even added memory. I jump through hoops to keep my computer

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Our family in pumpkins Warm wishes to you today as we reflect upon God's bounty of blessings in our lives!

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Back during the 80's there was a television show called Cheers. The intro song was about inclusion~ "You want to go where everybody knows your name." Acceptance. Inclusion. Belonging. Roots are a sense of identity whether through family or community that supports, encourages, and makes us confident in who were are, stabilizing us in the storms of life just as roots stabilize a tree. It's

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Journaling prayer and Scripture became a life preserver to me when I walked through " the valley of the shadow of death". Daily I took to pen and paper to hash out with the Lord my circumstances and my emotions as I poured out myself to Him. Once there was nothing left, He'd pour Himself into me, giving me strength, encouragement, wisdom, and acceptance I needed at the moment.Just as manna was

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Bliss for me is when I am inspired to be creative and frugal. Last week my laundry room cried out to me, "DO SOMETHING!".The room where things were dumped when I didn't know where else to put them had finally become unbearable. Overrun with tossed off shoes, scattered laundry, seldom used kitchen appliances and accessories, and ugly 80's cabinet molding and knobs, it was in dire need of attention

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1 Chronicles 28:9 ...If you seek Him, He will let you find Him. I love this verse! I imagine myself in a sea of people, just another face, but earnestly searching for Him. And there He is! Already looking at me, huge smile on His face, twinkle in His eyes as if to say~ My eyes have been on you the whole time, delighting in you and anticipating your expression of joy when you find Me. Or maybe I

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With all my many years in churches, my understanding of the Holy Spirit can be summarized to two things - conversion and conviction. Conversion is when God draws someone to Himself in repentance and restoration which is revealed by the Holy Spirit. The result is salvation. Conviction is realizing an area of sin in your life which is again revealed by the Holy Spirit. But what then? Fix yourself

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As if there are not enough distractions in our schooling!

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Dear M. Ann, The Lord has given you a heart, mind, and soul that craves knowledge and understanding. I commend you for seeking to fulfill this craving constructively. It is a delight to witness your excitement when the Holy Spirit reveals Truth to you. Once He reveals something to you, you willing surrender to transformation. It is a testament to His work in you. However, dear one, let me

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It's been a week of firsts. CF won his first golf tournament with a score of 45. Bray had her first performance in a musical. What a joy and privilege it is to celebrate alongside my children in their accomplishments. If I were less self conscience, I would have jumped up and down cheering while pumping my fist. Instead, I settled for bragging on Facebook. They each bring me great happiness as I

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Seems whenever I travel, I claim a spot as my own and that's where I spend my time. Here's where I hung out while in the Bahamas last week ~ While I spent three days soaking in the setting, I reflected on a few other places I've staked out... A lounge chair watching the sunset on the Gulf.A hammock overlooking a lake.A large, flat mountain boulder nestled below the trees.A balcony overlooking the

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Our little leprachaun has returned with his annual St. Patrick's Day pranks. He not only littered the house with Lucky Charms but also added silly string and green peeps!Photographs were turned sideways and lampshades upside down.And I don't know why he did this...Happy St. Patrick's Day!

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God is for me. He doesn't desire for me to fail. Sometimes the simplistic truths are the most impactful. His reassurance pierces my heart deeply. He sent Jesus to give me the opportunity to reconcile my sin. He sent the Holy Spirit to be my Helper and pray on my behalf. He has given me His Word so that I can know Him. These opportunities are not just mine. They are open to everyone.Psalm 56:9 "

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An old Cherokee is teaching his grandson about life."A fight is going on inside me," he said to the boy. "It is a terrible fight and it is between two wolves. One is evil - he is anger, envy, sorrow, regret, greed, arrogance, self-pity, guilt, resentment, inferiority, lies, false pride, superiority, and ego." He continued, "The other is good - he is joy, peace, love, hope, serenity, humility,

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You do many things, but nothing well.You'll never get all this done.You're not a good friend.No one notices you.You're not managing your time well.You should be doing more.You aren't teaching your kids all you should.You should be exercising.You should be able to minister to others more.You don't measure up.You never follow through.You're an incompleter so why even try?These thoughts have been

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There are times in life when I look around me and wonder - how did I get here? I could be speaking literally, I have no sense of direction, and that statement would be true. But I'm referring to spiritually and relationally. As odd as it is to find yourself in a whole other place than you thought you were, it's kinda fun. Because when it happens, you can't take credit for it. You know Who got you

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Thirteen years ago today, my life changed in a most beautiful way. I was blessed with a daughter. Though we don't look much alike, we don't dress much alike, and we don't have the same type of interests, inside, we are very much the same. She mentioned to me this week, I am the only person who really understands her. Well, Pumpkin, you are one of the few people who has ever understood me. I guess

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because I don't. Physically I see, I hear, I experience. But it's all processed by a mind and a heart that is sinful and scarred, making what I see skewed and distorted. Not reality. Not truth. Recently there was another reminder. Just ask my husband. As he was driving into work, we were talking by phone. He missed his exit, became upset, and the conversation ended abruptly. Almost immediately I

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'The thing life is fullest of is the thing we find the hardest to believe in. New beginnings. The incredible gift of a fresh start. Every new year. Every new day. Every new life. What wonderful gifts! And when we spoil things, and life goes all wrong, we feel dismayed, because we find it so hard to see that we can start again. God let us share it too, you know. Only God can give life, it's

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CF had the honors of decorating the birthday cake this year. It would never win a decorating award, but I'm sure our Savior delights in his heart felt efforts. What a comforting thought for us all. Rejoicing in His birth! Merry Christmas to YOU!

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The tree is up and adorned. Pretty packages are nestled beneath. The spot lights are shining on the red-bowed wreaths hanging from the windows. Christmas greetings are addressed and mailed. Music of the season has been playing for weeks. Normally I would be as giddy as a child in my preparations. Instead, my heart is heavy. It is heavy with His purpose rather than His arrival.This week, as I

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Thanks be to You in all things and for all things - for our country, my husband, our children, our family and friends, our church, and a bounty of material blessings. Thank you Lord for Your never ending love, grace, and mercy through Jesus. Enable me, Lord, not to take anything for granted and glorify You in all things. Happy Thanksgiving!

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For my anniversary gift back in July, A.Jay treated me to a gift certificate to a spa. I finally redeemed it over the weekend. Over three hours of being pampered with fragrant aromas, what a way to escape for a little while! My skin was glowing from head to toe and I was relaxed.Afterwards, with the children off with grandparents, A.Jay and I hung out together, nibbling on an appetizer at home.

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What a fun trip! My first to LV. From the breath taking view flying over the Rockies and the desert to the mission to meet Bobby Flay, it was another memorable weekend away with my hubby.Here's the highlights:Limo ride from and to the airport.Access to the high rollers lounge (even though we don't gamble).A sweet suite at Paris, Magic Kingdom for adults.Dinner (day 1), drinks (day 2), and lunch (

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There's a nagging emptiness. I am unconsciously searching. Searching for something to appease the sense of emptiness. Searching for something and then someone to affirm me. And I catch myself. I am searching for The Well. But the well I reach for will eventually fail me. The well I turn to eventually brings destruction to myself and likely others. well noun ~ a spring or natural source of

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Saturday mornings have been all about flag football this fall. CF, our motivating, hustling fireball, took to the fields and gave it his all. He did not lack for enthusiasm or energy. And it has been fun to watch. It ended up to be a great little team. They practiced and played hard ending their year with one loss and one step away from the championship game. Of course, I also have to

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Forty. I was expecting some changes but am still caught off guard. One of those changes has been the sudden decline, though mild, of my eyes. I began noticing it at work when I had to shift my head backwards in order to read the numbers on my anthropometric calipers. Then it was eye strain and mild headaches when being in front of the computer for any time or reading. Being a reader, the problem

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By M.Bray To fully appreciate this subject and what it means, first, we must understand what a daddy-daughter date is, other than the obvious. A daddy-daughter date doesn’t have to be a big production. Truly this is not what most daughters want. What we do want is simple time with dad. Daughters often hear lots of their parents' conversations and yearn to be a part of them. The reason they don't

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CF felt led to make a public confession at Team Impact tonight along with two other of his flag football team mates.

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But God is no longer our Judge. Through Christ He is now our heavenly Father who disciplines us only out of love and only for our good. (The Discipline of Grace by Jerry Bridges)When I read that statement, tears welled in the corners of my eyes and my chin quivered. In my mind I am thanking Jesus. If I had been alone rather than sitting on a plane full of strangers, I would have broken down

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A situation in my life haunts me. It just does and it should. It’s one of those situations where I can make an incredible stink, which I have every right to do, to make it go away. But that response would likely crush at least a few innocent lives. And it really isn’t my situation to fix anyway. So I have left it alone.The most difficult part is there is no end in sight. That thought wears on me

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When fear creeps in - WORSHIP!When efforts fail - WORSHIP!When all alone - WORSHIP!When under attack - WORSHIP!When the heart aches - WORHIP!It's been one of those off days. Just woke up that way. A little on edge and a little insecure. Add a few bumps in the day and before I realize it, I am overtaken. The day was spent in denial but as the sun set, reality settled in. What is it about the night

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My pursuit is to glorify God, hence the name of this blog, seekn2glorify. My fingers have been silent nearly a year. During this time, I've been shown many things which I wish I could share. Maybe in time, I can. But for now, I will share the greatest way to glorify the Lord is to just be with Him. It's my favorite place to be. And it makes me long for the day when eternity begins and I will be

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