(Fasten your seatbelts. This one takes a bit to develop.) Corporate Confession 1: We humans are obsessed with feminine beauty. We measure it by radiant complexions, sparkling eyes, lustrous hair, and Barbie figures. Corporate Confession 2: We human Christians are also obsessed with feminine beauty. Some of us measure it by radiant complexions, sparkling eyes, […]
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Confession: I regularly value and devalue myself based on variables. I did well on this project. = I feel good about myself. I really bombed. = Good feeling’s gone. I said something witty and made people laugh. = Yay for Shari. My comment in Sunday school trailed off into nothingness. = I guess
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Confession: I find ladies’ parties irresistible, especially when they celebrate life. This week I hosted one to celebrate the coming of an unborn baby, first child of my friend Kayla. Here are some things I am (slowly) learning about the hosting bit: Ask for help! * My
…or, Life Lessons from My Week 1. Make *decaf* coffee for an evening ladies’ event. I tried this Tuesday night, and gained an immediate crowd of grateful followers. 2. Drive a group of 2nd-grade girls on a field trip. Today Aarick’s class went to the Erie Zoo. I offered to go along, and was assigned
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Confession: I have outgrown many things, but never my love of kittens. I found these in my shed last week… …four darling balls of fluff! I can hear my father groaning in the background. Ryan too. Neither of them has been successful in breaking me of this habit of cats. I love cats. They are
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Confession: I love to lose myself in projects. And my happiest ones make me feel like a child patting mud pies, not going anywhere in particular, dreaming of an idea that keeps morphing, savoring the delightful sense of having all the time in the world to do this, just for fun. (…introducing holy escape #2…) My
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Confession: Idiocy is one of my infirmities. in·fir·mi·ty noun, plural in·fir·mi·ties a physical weakness or ailment, lack of strength, a moral weakness or failing. I often ask Jesus to forgive my sin, but where to go with my stupidity? I know He will pardon my transgressions, but I’m always suspicious He’ll let me hang for
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Confession: My favorite food in the world is good bread with butter. But these days, the thing I love to eat is stir fry. I’m cooking it about once a week, and could eat it twice as often. I suspect that those of you who are groaning at the thought are thinking of overcooked broccoli
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Confession: Tulips are my favorite flower, at least in the spring. I love their shape and I wish my life were all yellow but it’s not. There has to be that d-rn red one in there, the one that shouts at you when you want to look at the rest. Sickness. Depression. Failure. My sister
Learning about dissonance Read More »
Confession: My favorite word in the English language has two letters. Here it is: So! It’s a beautiful word. An empowering word. A useful word. A word in motion. (What are we going to do next?) It’s a word of anticipation and desire, the one I use when I’m starting on a lovely project.
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