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DAY 11 (Read Day 1 “OK, Honey. Challenge Accepted!” Post)
Lies are diseases that contaminate our soul, but a daily injection of the Holy Spirit builds our immunity by infiltrating us with Truth.
When Reality Crushes Expectations!
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DAY 10 (Read Day 1 “OK, Honey. Challenge Accepted!” Post)
Somedays, expectations are shattered by circumstances and somedays they are trampled under the feet of someone we love. The latter seems to be the toughest to take, at least for me.
God’s Approval or Yours?
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DAY 9 (Read Day 1 “OK, Honey. Challenge Accepted!” Post)
First thought when I wake, final thing I check before sleep. Who liked it? Who commented? Who shared? What I should ask is, WHO CARES?
The Golden Moments when my Teenager Messes Up!
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Character development is a constant conversation between myself and my teens. Eye rolls occur, “I know, Mom” are spoken words and sporadically, on remote occasions, there is a remorseful apology given without prompt when a mistake has been uncovered.
“I’m sorry,” he said, with tears in his eyes. Tears not from getting caught, not from the consequence poured out, but salty drips of remorse from the disappointment he sensed over his choice.
A Failure to Communicate with Words!
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No fancy entanglement of words. No amazing stories. Just a thought stirring my heart.
You can rarely mistake love for anything but love, but silence can be interpreted with a thousand varied tones.
Act in love, speak in love share in love, just don’t say nothing.
Fears from being 5′ nothing!
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Because somedays you just need to laugh!
1. Turning a blind corner and slamming my face into a tall mans belt buckle.
2. Arm pit hair tickling my nose when I hug a man.
3. A 2 liter soda falling on my face trying to retrieve it from grocery store shelf.
4. Grocery store shelf collapsing when climbing it to reach last cereal box in the back of top shelf.
5. Being mistaken for one of them when walking through halls of elementary school.
6. Arthritis developing in my toes due to constant extension to see credit card reader at store.
7. Having to use a booster seat at a movie full of tall people.
8. Getting stopped at entrance to confirm I’m tall enough to get onto the ride.
9. Oxygen mask on a plane doesn’t drop low enough.
10. Having to hem a miniskirt because it reaches my ankles.
11. Only top locker left at the gym.
12. Freakishly tall friend walking around my house on their knees to see the world from my perspective.
I can neither confirm nor deny whether these were based on actual true events.
A cheerful heart is good medicine… Proverbs 17:22 NLT
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I long for someday!
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Some days I detect a longing that penetrates deep to the core of my soul. Nothing can draw attention away from this aching. A thought that does not pass, a hope, no, an anticipation for relief. Near haunting is this awareness that life will one day be indescribably peaceful.
Distant memory of pain, brokenness and frailty no longer will mold me, hold me. An awakening to an eternal where survival, healing are no longer a goal but a feat. Feeling is not feared. As it now is, life will be no more.
Actions don’t Always Reflect the Heart
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Claws extend
a swing and your hit
daggers launched by tongue
declaring words painful as boulders
crushing, weighing on you
denial of inner-reflection because
it’s easier to spew accusations instead
They push away
they run away
hate spills, eyes spray fire
you, their target but aim
at their own reflection
they scream, yell, not at you
at the anguish inside
cold shoulder says leave
tormented heart begs you stay
wounds, scars, insecurities
need love unconditional proven
It seems a fight they seek
or even an end, but unspoken
is the plea to prove
they are worth fighting for
justifying behavior if you give up
I identify with attacker and prey
burdensome is both giving and accepting fervor
Battle ready
They boast lies
hold on to Truth
they want out
dig in your heels
they rage
hear only the still small voice
love so deep, when they shred you
your roots remain grounded
when ready
love will be reciprocated
Until then, fight
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Raging Fire of Life
DAY 3 (Read Day 1 “OK, Honey. Challenge Accepted!” Post)
I awoke with visual of a masterful sunrise that drifted through my sleep. So lucid, red and burnt orange layers of clouds on fire, seared in the Kodak file of my mind. Trees in reach, silhouetted by the radiance. Breathtaking.
Precisely 4:52 am, displayed the iPhone used to snap an impression of the dreamt artistry…wait a minute!!! Maybe, I vaguely remember…did I?
Now 6:50, I fumble for the phone and choose camera roll. Mouth drops, eyes widen.
I’m a Hypocrite!
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DAY 2 (Read Day 1 “OK, Honey. Challenge Accepted!” Post)
Not even a sunset passes before occasion to implement that which I teach is staged before me.
“Your passions, those characteristics and talents that God has gifted you with need exercise, need nurturing, need practice and the only way to do that is by actively doing hard things.”
The girls listened, nodded their heads and even responded with ideas of how their young teen lives could be productive and prepatory for what God has for them in the future. We closed our journals and I prayed for them to find ways to employ what they learned.
Journey of Emotions! 