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Breaking Up is Hard to Do

Breaking Up is Hard to Do

I am breaking up with my best friend. Even though we go way back, it’s time. I have been trying to break up with her for the past twenty years, but she keeps clawing her way back in. It may seem heartless to leave her behind. After all, I take her everywhere. She wraps around me like a second skin.  She won’t go without a fight. She keeps whispering in my ear. She shouts to my back. Are you sure?…

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The Lie 

The Lie 

I am a liar. “How are you?”   “Good! How are you?” It’s easy. The cheery answers slips out before the real answer even has time to form on my lips. After all, how would people react if I told them the truth? What would people say if I told them I wasn’t “good,” and I hadn’t been “good” for quite some time? Pain makes us uncomfortable. When we ask someone how they are, we want a cheery answer. We…

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Desperate 

Desperate 

I looked up and down the street. He wasn’t there. My toddler son was gone. After dropping a bag of groceries in the house, I had returned for my almost two year old son. Now he was missing. The sidewalk was empty. Every yard on the street was vacant. I began to scream wild, desperate screams.   The Lord is searching. He is desperate for us. He cries out for us. His voice isn’t always audible, but it’s always present….

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One Ingredient 

One Ingredient 

When my husband and I were first dating, I cooked him one of the few meals I could make at the time: Chicken Helper. I don’t think he was too impressed. He still likes to tease me about my early cooking skills (or lack thereof). Sixteen years later, I have fortunately learned a lot more about cooking. One of the most important lessons I have learned is that one ingredient can make a huge difference.   Baking soda can make…

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Fear

Fear

My boys are 11 and almost 13 now. They are at the “eye rolling, not wanting to listen to anything mom says” stage. Even though I sometimes feel like pulling my hair out, I love this phase (“love” might be an overstatement). This phase in my life reminds me of all the advice and instructions my mother gave me that I never listened too. One of her instructions I ignored was to not watch horror movies. At the time I didn’t…

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