Category: Christian life
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How to Conquer Perfectionism: Granted, My Advice Might Not Be Perfect
When we’re tempted to look back instead of move forward or fear failing instead of pursuing progress, we must choose to do this instead.
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‘Cloud of Witnesses’ Isn’t Pie in the Sky; It’s Real and It’s Now
The cloud has been a way for us to meet face to face without sharing germs. It’s also a way to cross generations, cultures, and distance to connect.
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Do These Brake Lights Make My Rear Look Big?
And other questions pertaining to the Christian life Nothing is more commanding than brake lights on the vehicle in front of you. The traffic light may be green, but if the car in front of you has stepped on the brakes and you see red brake lights, you will stop too (unless you are looking […]
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These 3 T-Shirts Tell the Story of Easter Past and Present
This is a tale of three T-shirts. A story in which God gives Jesus, Jesus gives His life, and we can be children of the King.
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My Brother’s Death Is Not the End of the Story
And why that changes how I view his death My brother died last Sunday. He had suffered greatly, fought hard, but finally lost his physical battle. Like my oldest sister, Scott died at age 60 from a life ravaged by the trappings of this world. But in the end, much like the criminal crucified beside Jesus, […]
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My Brother’s Guilty Pleasure Made Me the Guilty One
I left the M&Ms where he couldn’t reach them. I never thought that 1) he would reach them and 2) he would disregard doctor’s orders.
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I Read the Bible in One Year; This Is What It Did for Me
(Spoiler Alert: I Need to Do It Again) “In two more days I will have read through the entire Bible in one year,” I enthusiastically told my husband the morning we were returning home from our brief holiday trip to see family. I wasn’t bragging exactly. I felt some shame because it’s the first time […]
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Have You Picked a Word for 2020?
I Chose a Phrase Instead: “Jesus, take my head.” “Let me have your head,” the massage therapist told me. She was working on my neck and shoulder muscles and needed me to give her the full weight of my head while I simply relaxed. It was my first massage in more than a decade, and […]
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Why Put So Much Effort Into a Body That Is Wasting Away?
If you had to use a fragile clay pot to contain something precious, wouldn’t you take the utmost care with it?
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What I Really Want Is Less of Me
I search for more in all the wrong places when what I really need is less of me and more of Jesus.
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What If You Fail to Be Who You Thought You’d Be?
This post is about friends who help us to be the person we’d like to be, told through my experiences with both failure and grace.
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How do you know when something is really broken?
Isn’t it possible for something to get worse in such tiny increments that I fail to recognize “worse” until it’s completely broken?
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The Final Shade of Death: She Doesn’t Have Alzheimer’s Anymore!
The eulogy for my mother — but, more important, why the final “shade of death” from Alzheimer’s is joyous for believers in Jesus.
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Parenting Rule #1: Stop looking the “gift horse” in the mouth
I had always wanted children. I simply had no idea that raising them — or parenting them once their decisions were all theirs — could feel so hard.
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Do what you thought you were doing
The difference wasn’t that I added anything to my routine. The difference was that I did what I thought I had been doing.
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Your action might make the difference. Act.
I had thoughts of “He will make your paths straight” (Prov. 3:6) and “Just keep swimming” (Dory in Finding Nemo), but, mostly I thought about a foot lamp.
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5 lessons I learned from a spider not named Charlotte
Within view of my kitchen is a banana spider in a large, often messy web. She reminds me of myself — except for the fact that I’m fairly certain she ate her husband last night.
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Hellos are far superior to goodbyes
I was snuggled with my husband for a couple minutes before saying goodbye for the day. “Tori can’t say goodbye right now,” he said to me as I walked away from the bedroom, my cat noticeably comatose at the foot of the bed. “She can’t get her eyes open.” “Tori only likes ‘hellos,’” I called back, thinking […]
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