Tag: inspiration
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The Gift of Another Pink Christmas
I’m excited to announce that I published a sequel to my children’s book, “The Gift of a Dozen Reasons” called “The Gift of a Dozen More”, and it’s now available on Amazon in paperback and ebook! A special thanks to Urusa (graphic_tones) on Fiverr; she did an amazing job on my illustrations once again! The…
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The Gift of Being Yourself
What’s the one thing you have to offer the world that no one else has? The one unique thing you have to offer is you. Be you! Always be you; everyone else is taken. I drive by this house almost daily, but for some reason, the other day, that bright pink door spoke to me.…
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The Gift of Facing Fear
I’ve struggled a lot with confidence to post about my faith. Ironically enough, my faith is the one thing I post about the most. It’s because I refuse to let the enemy win, and what he wants is for me to keep quiet. He wants us all to keep quiet about our faith and most…
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The Gift of a Gracefully Broken Girl
Currently listening to “Gracefully Broken” by Tasha Cobbs What does it mean to be broken? To be broken is to be damaged or no longer in one piece. But what about gracefully broken? Grace is undeserved favor; thus, to be “gracefully broken” is to be broken yet blessed. I had recently been having some issues…
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The Gift of Three Years
I bought a blue and pink painted piece of Quartz to commemorate a very special anniversary—the three year anniversary to be exact—at my current job as a PPEC nurse. The blue and pink represents all the baby boys and girls that have touched my heart. I’ve learned a few things since working at this job.…
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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 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 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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The Gift of What God Gives
I recently spent the afternoon with some ducks at Strawberry Patch Park. As I fed them, I watched them each race to get the bite of food. I had plenty for them all, but they didn’t know that. Instead of slowing down to enjoy their meal, they saw the experience as a competition. It frustrated…
