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The Right Tool
I can be a creature of habit. Certainly not with everything. But I do some things the same way because…well that is the way that I have always done them. I close the blinds in my windows in the same order every night. Now that I think about it, I open them in the same order as well. A force of habit that has embedded itself into my routines without much thought. And guess what. There is nothing wrong with routine and order. For many of us, routines help center us. We have our morning routines and nighttime routines. We follow the same routes to work and back home. We…
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Order Up
Bible Study Mama and I were sitting in a restaurant waiting for our to-go order the other day. I casually offered up that I wouldn’t mind working in this particular establishment if I needed a job in the food industry. The place was clean. There was not a mad rush of people waiting in line to place an order. And there were enough customers to keep the business thriving. Right up my alley. Bible Study Mama asked if I had ever worked in the food industry. I had to refresh her memory. We’re going back in time to 2005. I was a new college graduate in need of a J-O-B.…
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The Power of Prayer
The problem with writing a blog every day is that sometimes I forget what I have already written about. The great thing about writing a blog every day is that if I have forgotten, ya’ll have too. So, I can’t lose…lol. Bible Study on Wednesday night left me thinking about my prayer life and ways to improve it. A regular prayer life is crucial in the life of a Christian. It’s an opportunity to communicate with the God who loves me. It’s my chance to communicate with the God who saved me. But I frequently miss out on my opportunities to tap in. The sad part about it is that…
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Cleaning Day
Do regular, ordinary people still take time out to deep clean their homes? I’m talking about getting on your hands and knees and scrubbing baseboards. I mean wiping down walls and everything. One of my favorite activities as a kid was sweeping. I took great pride in sweeping the kitchen after breakfast as a five-year-old. Now in hindsight, I’m sure I didn’t do that great of a job. But nobody told me to stop. They let me go right on ahead with my task. I was envious of adults’ sweeping abilities. They could cut that broom into corners much more smoothly than I could. And their speed! Man! They could…