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Will I Be Alone at the Lunch Table? (Thank You, Tosca Lee)
Will I be alone at the lunch table? Remember wondering that? As the photos of children returning to school or jumping on the bus for the first time flit across my Facebook feed, the memories flood back. I loved school. Learning was a joyful and effortless pursuit for me. Books were my haven, writing my …[ read more ]
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Can We Heal a Soul with Our Applause?
Can we be healed by majority rule? If enough people accept me, say that they love me, applaud for me, and welcome me into their hearts, will that fill the empty space inside and make me whole? Is life and identity truly best informed by a scene from Peter Pan where the audience saves Tinkerbelle …[ read more ]
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Rock, Paper, Scissors, Spock, Lazarus (or truth when facing death)
Dead things hold little promise. Death is a line that, once crossed, carries a weight worthy of holy pause. I remember sitting through one Sunday morning service behind a man who was dead by three o’clock that day. Following church, he and a fellow pilot friend took off for an afternoon flight and crashed. For days, when …[ read more ]
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Do You Ever Act Like Adam?
Did you ever act like Adam? Find yourself hiding like great-grandma Eve? Probably not. Maybe I’m the only one. Recently, I felt like something for five minutes. You know, I felt my potential. Glimpsed my worth. Then, I read another woman’s blog and it was brilliant. God’s going to use her, not me. That was …[ read more ]
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We’ll Start Seeing More Miracles When . . .
It had been a long time since he’d seen a miracle. You could just tell. It was the way he held back. Placed his cards on the table slowly – studying you through narrowed eyes between each reveal. Gauging your reaction to his story. Like a game of chicken, you kept the cards coming by …[ read more ]