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    I Got the Keys!

    When I was growing up, we were constantly at church. Most certainly, we were there on Wednesday nights, Saturday mornings, and of course, on Sunday. Bible Study Mama wore a lot of hats back in those days. She had multiple jobs and probably just as many responsibilities at the church. She was at the front of the cheering squad when it was time for me to get my driver’s license. My ability to drive myself places would relieve some pressure off her and give me some more independence. A win-win situation if I ever saw one. Driving gave me the keys to a whole new world. One that I was…

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    2023: Obedience

    Maybe three or four years ago, I started having a word for the year. It is a reminder of what I need to focus on as the year goes on. At times, I can be a bit like a squirrel and go off on tangents. Which leaves my life a little all over the place. But when I have a word…when I have a focus…it is easier to course correct. And my word for 2023…..OBEDIENCE. If you listen to the podcast even a little, you are well aware that I struggle with this. If you read one or two blogs, a thread of disobedience runs throughout them as well. I…

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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…

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    Rest in Peace

    Last Wednesday at church was dedicated to mental health. We could choose from classes about grief, Young Adult issues, family trauma, etc. You already know I strolled straight into grief class. It is the elephant in the room for me. It takes up so much room. It’s bigger than me. It’s the hot-button issue in my life. I was late because I got caught by the train close to my house. So, I missed the opportunity to speak the name of the person or persons that I was grieving. Honestly, that is probably for the best for the class. My list isn’t short and who knows if I would have…

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    Time for a Trim

    Cats are peculiar. Yes, I am generalizing and advocating the stereotype. I did not grow up wanting to be a cat owner. My childhood dream was to have a dog. I was a teenager before that dream became a reality. And I loved my dog. Queen lived up to her name. She was regal and fiercely protective of me. We got along well. But cats….nah. I could not see myself being a cat owner. Fast forward twenty years, and here I sit typing while this weird guy looks on. Fitz, my cat, has given me a crash course in the life of a cat owner. He enjoys windowsills tremendously. Napping…

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    Living the Dream

    Sometimes I go down rabbit holes. Not literally. Ya’ll know I’m too big for that. What I’m saying is that I start off doing one task and get sidetracked. I was looking at old videos and came across a video I shot in my house before the remodel. My home was fairly new when I bought it, but the previous owners and I did not have the same taste. We also did not have the same level of care. There were holes in doors -inside and outside- of the home. There was mold in the master bathroom vanity. But past all of that, I saw a vision of my dream…

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    The Great Flood

     Remember when Noah was on the ark with all the animals because of the great flood? The people had no clue what was really about to go down. It was just raining all the time. Eventually, they caught on that this was not just a downpour. I imagine they were quite terrified.  And felt helpless and hopeless. Now, my situation is not nearly as dire as theirs. But when I tell you I felt terrified, helpless, AND hopeless, I mean it. It was a typical evening in my home. I was probably watching a true crime show and trying to figure out who did it and why. I put a…

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