Tag: strength
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Two Peas, Different Pods
Birth. It marks our entrance into the world. When two of my kids had children on the same day, it was cause, not only for rejoicing, but chuckles. Both are boys. One in Orlando, one in Austin, Texas. Miles apart birthday buddies. Babies are lots of fun–and lots of work. I typically think…
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My Name Is Nana, But You Can Call Me Papa
My folks used to live in a condo not too far from where we grew up. The residents were a quirky mix of people that were friendly but distant. Upstairs was an older lady who always made me grin. The way she’d introduce herself never made sense to me. “My name is Helen, but you…
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When Downward-Facing Dog Doesn’t Do You Any Good
I make it a habit to try and exercise daily. It wakes me up and puts me in a mood to approach the day with anticipation. Between that and Jesus, I’m good to go. Unless I’m playing weekend warrior–on a week day no less–and don’t listen to what my body is telling me. I’ve done…
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It Wasn’t Supposed To Look Like That
You’d think if I knew there was a good to excellent chance of eating my words, I’d choose them with a little more care. With thought to what they might taste like coming back at me. There’s always that chance that things I’ve said will be used as a reminder that my walk doesn’t always…
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A Fence Is Only As Good As It’s Builder
John teases me a lot about not being observant. I confess, I’m a bit of a daydreamer. I’ve had folks tell me they see me drive by on the street, and they’re hopping up and down, waving, calling my name. I hear and see nothing. But there are those times when things seem downright obvious.…
Tip of My Iceberg 