Identity
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True Confessions of New York Girl
When I think of embarrassing moments there are those that rise to the top. I will never forget the dressing room; I was standing in line to try on some clothes, when a nice lady asked me if all the rooms were taken. I simply replied that they were and that I was in line. On the outside this was a normal exchange, nothing too ordinary about it. Let me just add a little more color to the scene. The scene: a mall in Scranton Pennsylvania, America. A true Yankee, born and raised in New York, where all “a” sounds are clearly that of a New Yorker. Enter in…
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Live Free
We largely do not live free because we do not understand our world and how it works! Lets look at three ways we can live free and understand our world through the example of Christ.
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too little too much
Two women enter a room. One has a million dollars the other the dream of a million dollars. They each control the other. Which one are you? One thinks she is too much the other thinks she is not enough. Each one lives the fullness of the identity they have adopted and each one lives completely controlled by the people around them. These two women go by the names of Sarah and Hagar. It’s an ancient story where Sarah is promised to have generations of offspring that will outnumber the stars in the sky, with one caveat; she is old. Hagar, on the other hand is merely a servant…
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what’s in your family box?
My garage is full of boxes. We are freshly married and the excess of our combined lives, lives in our garage, including everything from the wedding. It serves as the extra space for our kitchen items, our lawn games, our tools, and of course all of the wedding decor. More recently; however, I just inherited a number of items that belonged to my late father. These boxes are also in my garage. They are filled with items that are left from his life, his passions, and his hobbies. They were once his but now they are mine. As I have looked at them I’ve realized there are only three…
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people are so…
I feel it rising up in me all the time. People. They don’t get it. Someone takes the shopping cart clearly I wanted. Someone purposefully cuts me off in traffic just to get under my skin. It seems that everywhere I turn someone is out to get me… or are they? Can you relate to the blood boiling frustration of people being in your way? Causing you discomfort or inconvenience? Constantly not understanding you when you talk. Maybe you can relate to the frustration of living in a culture and time where people can be largely inconsiderate… especially of you. As I take a step back from my…