Word weary
Perhaps it is time for a confession. I am weary of words. Weary of the advertising messages that I have helped push over 20+ years ...
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Perhaps it is time for a confession. I am weary of words. Weary of the advertising messages that I have helped push over 20+ years ...
This is not a post I want to write. Not now. Not today as so many grieve and as bewilderment fights for our joy. I've put it off. ...
Well, despite what a few Mayans had to say, the world is still here. And like Michael Stipe & REM, I feel fine. Or maybe this is the end...
John 8:7 Let the one who has never sinned throw the first stone. We so get behind this verse. We know how it is to stand alone before our accus...
When I was a kid in the cold war 80s, I was afraid to die. I was also afraid to live. Afraid to let loose the tightly held bou...
One of my favorite movies is Bruce Almighty. Unlike the Spitfire Grill (my favorite favorite movie), it makes me both laugh and cry. Bruce is a...
Lately, I've met each morning with a spinney head and wibbley wobbley walk to the loo. Today, I felt wickedly nauseous, too. It co...
I'm an introvert. I do love people, but I feel so awkward around most folks that I have been known to run out of an excellent dinner p...
Sometimes I live in the shallow end of life...and faith. More often than I'd care to admit I'm afraid. It is a real sadness in my ...
I love Tuesday morning prayer at Adventures in Missions. I guess it began as a few folks praying in the pre-workday quiet for the vision, t...