Without You things go hazy | Broken doors

The doorknob jammed on my home today. It’s to the side door that enters through to the kitchen, the door most often used as opposed to the actual front door. The modern version of the servant’s entrance- I suppose. We,

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Without You things go hazy | Broken doors

The doorknob jammed on my home today. It’s to the side door that enters through to the kitchen, the door most often used as opposed to the actual front door. The modern version of the servant’s entrance- I suppose. We,

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Open-ended realizations

Some events in our lives stop us dead in our tracks. I read an article yesterday in our newspaper (mind the story was not local) about a woman, who while she was working at her fast food job overnight, lost

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Open-ended realizations

Some events in our lives stop us dead in our tracks. I read an article yesterday in our newspaper (mind the story was not local) about a woman, who while she was working at her fast food job overnight, lost

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I will not have a hyphenated last name

It is just one of those unaware things. Most of us, I believe, do not realize how deeply we can hurt others through only small actions. Likewise I don’t believe we understand quite the depth of hurt we can feel,

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I will not have a hyphenated last name

It is just one of those unaware things. Most of us, I believe, do not realize how deeply we can hurt others through only small actions. Likewise I don’t believe we understand quite the depth of hurt we can feel,

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My God, the gambler

Take me to the beginning of our relationship, when You knew me and I was unaware of You. When Your love coursed through my conception, when You formed me with Your hands still freckled with the dust of galaxies. I

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My God, the gambler

Take me to the beginning of our relationship, when You knew me and I was unaware of You. When Your love coursed through my conception, when You formed me with Your hands still freckled with the dust of galaxies. I

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Protected: The Deflowering of Deflowering

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Protected: The Deflowering of Deflowering

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Subconscious church found

A long while ago, long enough that I don’t recall the time of my life that it was, I had a dream that I was in a large church with graded seating on every side of the sanctuary. It was

Subconscious church found

A long while ago, long enough that I don’t recall the time of my life that it was, I had a dream that I was in a large church with graded seating on every side of the sanctuary. It was

When the church isn’t your home anymore

I used to get in trouble for running around church without wearing shoes. The pitter patter of stocking feet tromping around the sanctuary – I guess my mom thought it was disrespectful, but for some reason it became protocol that

When the church isn’t your home anymore

I used to get in trouble for running around church without wearing shoes. The pitter patter of stocking feet tromping around the sanctuary – I guess my mom thought it was disrespectful, but for some reason it became protocol that

When community takes the place of Church…

Community has been the hot word in the Christian circle for awhile now. Couple it with the phrase doing life together and Woah La! you are in a “modern” church. To tell you the truth though, I am coming to

When community takes the place of Church…

Community has been the hot word in the Christian circle for awhile now. Couple it with the phrase doing life together and Woah La! you are in a “modern” church. To tell you the truth though, I am coming to

Birthday post: on year 22.

Birthday blogs have seem to become a thing for me. Last year I just ranted but when I think back on where I was, I was justified. That’s what I like to do with these apparently annual posts- not rant,

Birthday post: on year 22.

Birthday blogs have seem to become a thing for me. Last year I just ranted but when I think back on where I was, I was justified. That’s what I like to do with these apparently annual posts- not rant,