Author: daylerogers
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Last Time I Checked, It Wasn’t About Me
I love my job. That makes me a bit of an enigma. It’s countercultural when so many are looking to find their niche in life and work in a place they feel valued and necessary. I’ve the distinct privilege of working with folks coming to Orlando from the mission field. Stateside or overseas. Yes, that…
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The Good Memories Are Earned
Dad would have turned 95 yesterday. In a season where recent deaths have reminded me of how grateful I am for the people in my life, I couldn’t stop thinking about Dad on his birthday. Memories of his quirky sense of humor, wise words and unconditional love for me and our family were amplified. He…
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Happiness Is Not A Resolution
The new year has begun. Full of hope and wonder. I flat out refuse to pick a word to define my year. There are too many great possibilities of mental attitudes I want to work on. So I won’t pick any. Instead, I’d like to make it a point to live each day. Really live.…
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Anticipation Has Left The Building
It looked like a graveyard. Christmas blow-ups. Deflated and dejected in their decompressed sadness. We went walking a few days after Christmas, and I felt despondent when I saw the dead-looking blow-ups. It was the let-down of the after-holiday rush. The anticipation was past. Nothing immediate to look forward to. And I was tired.…
Tip of My Iceberg 