Tag: Jesus
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Cut To The Chase–Or Not
I’ve morning eyes. Besides being nearsighted, I choose not to wear my contacts, don’t put my glasses on, and would rather squint than open eyes wide enough to see clearly. This early. I get up early and get a lot done–but much of it doesn’t require seeing clearly. I hold my Bible close to my face.…
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Done…And Just Beginning
Life exists on the other side of the writers conference. I questioned that. I went into it with fear–of failure, of rejection, of not being enough. Didn’t sleep the night before we left because of nerves. I’ve emerged from it with a sense of perspective, hope and more confident that I should write. Didn’t see…
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Whatever Floats Your Boat Best
John and I’ve never been people who’ve craved cruising. My husband has issues with motion sickness. He had visions of being poised over the porcelain throne for hours on end. My issues had more to do with a wild imagination and the Titanic. My brain defaults to gruesome special effects. We had some generous-hearted friends…
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Beastie Bites The Dust
I knew she wasn’t long for my world. We’re finally putting Beastie out of her misery. Donating her to an organization that wants to practice car repairs. It’s all she’s good for now. I’ve thoroughly enjoyed my little blue Corolla. She’s been a faithful vehicle. Getting me from point A to point B successfully. Car…
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Shame On Me
I’m a true law-abiding citizen. Most of the time. I’ll freely admit to taking liberties with the speed limits on several roads. Many roads. Posted speeds are suggestions. I operate under the belief that if you go over the speed limit by 9, you’re still operating within appropriate parameters. In my defense, I pretty much…
Tip of My Iceberg 