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Today was one of those rare, holy little gifts… a day off with no hurry attached to it. No alarm hollering at me like it had been personally offended. No shoes needing to be found in a panic. No coffee being gulped down like medicine. Just me, the morning, and the kind of quiet that…
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When I was young, learning was simply what we did. We went to school. We went to Sunday school. We learned lessons from our parents, our grandparents, our neighbors, and—whether we were ready for it or not—society itself. Back then, learning came with sharpened pencils, church shoes, spelling tests, Bible verses, dinner-table manners, and the…
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Rambling on about reflecting on the day and life in general… Driving home from work tonight, I saw the kind of sky that’ll make a person pull over, hush up, and forget whatever foolishness they were fussing about five minutes earlier. The clouds were all lit up by the sunset, stretched across the heavens like…
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I sat with the phrase “the hard years” this morning longer than I expected. At first, I thought surely I could point to one clean chapter, one obvious stretch of time, one neatly labeled season where life looked me square in the face and said, “Well, bless your heart, let’s see what you’re made of.”…
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Rambling on about taking the time, the little things, and trusting… Every now and then, a body needs a little reminder: give yourself something small to look forward to. A good meal. A movie on the couch. A quiet cup of coffee before the world starts hollering. Time spent caring for yourself is never wasted…
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If I could live anywhere in the world, where would it be? That sounds like such a simple question, doesn’t it? The kind you might answer over coffee, or while staring out a window, or while scrolling through photos of places where the grass is suspiciously green and nobody ever seems to have laundry piled…
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Let’s talk about chaos. Not the movie-trailer kind with fireballs and dramatic music, but the everyday kind. Like when the alarm doesn’t go off, the dog throws up on the rug, unexpected bills arrive, or when life looks you directly in the eye and says, “Hope you are ready for this.” We all get those…
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Rambling on about the pain of realizing the truth of those I love… Life has a funny way of handing out lessons. It does not always send them wrapped in wisdom, tied up with a neat little bow, and delivered at a convenient hour. Sometimes life throws the lesson at your head like a pine…
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I used to loathe time. I know, I know—time is not exactly something you can give the side-eye to and expect it to apologize. Still, if time had been a person when I was younger, I would have accused it of being rude, bossy, and entirely too fond of rules. This question had me thinking…
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We all have it—that voice inside. Sometimes it shows up as a whisper. Sometimes it feels more like a nudge in the gut. And every now and then, it is loud enough to stop us right where we are. It comes when we are faced with tasks, people, choices, opportunities, and those strange little moments…
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