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The Gift of a Woman Who Writes
I’ve never been a woman who speaks; not in public nor private has speaking ever come naturally to me. It’s not that I’m shy; I’m just not wired to speak; I am wired to write. For many years I prayed in my head. It wasn’t until I began to speak up and out loud that…
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The Gift of Open Eyes
We’re all born with open eyes, though many of us willingly and even involuntarily close them. Pain, offense, anger, trauma are just a few of the reasons why people do this. Those negative emotions and experiences have a tendency to form a filter that we may then begin to see through. This filter obstructs our…
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The Gift of Summer
The heat of summer reminds us all to do the things that refresh us. There’s nothing quite like the taste of watermelon in July or finding shade under a wide-reaching tree. We begin to look forward to the rain. These are the things that refresh our bodies but what about our souls? Always remember to…
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The Gift of an Unexpected Visitor
When I came home from work the other day, I looked outside my window to see an unexpected visitor in my bird feeder. The poor thing looked a bit afraid, like maybe I was going to tell him to leave, but seeing him there just made me smile. The food I set out in my…
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The Gift of Going Your Own Way
Many times in my life I’ve asked people what they believe. It’s probably the question I deem to be most important in determining the role someone will play in my life. Unfortunately, about 75% of the time, I’m met with an answer that begins with “Well, I was raised…” Why do we do this? Why…
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The Gift of Coming Home
No matter how long I’m gone away from home, I can always count on one thing: there’s someone inside that absolutely cannot wait to see me. The truth is, I don’t like traveling without Sassy. I wouldn’t be able to enjoy myself as I would be constantly preoccupied with wondering what she was thinking and…
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The Gift of a Good Morning
I have a fascination with watching people’s morning routines they post online. I love to see someone romanticize their morning and make it their special time. What is it about mornings that make them so special? It’s a fresh start, a new beginning, a chance to let go of everything from the previous day that…
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The Gift of a Hummingbird
I saw my first hummingbird of the year the other morning. I was starting think they weren’t going to show up this season, but I kept putting the nectar out, even though I felt a little silly. If you know me, you know I love birds, especially hummingbirds. I love them so much, I’ll continue…
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The Gift of an Artist Named God
As I was looking through my rock collection recently, I began to recall all the beautiful places I’ve been. Our God is many things—Father, Friend, True Love, and Artist. When I look at God’s creation in all its beauty and glory, I remember that the very same God that created it all also created me.…
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The Gift of God’s Light
Last Friday, during the wee hours of the morning, I (among thousands of others) lost power due to the heavy winds of a thunderstorm. The next day, there was absolutely no light at the end of the tunnel; we couldn’t even get an estimated time of restoration. I felt the proverbial light exit right out…
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