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Continue reading →: The Resentment Roommate
I didn’t recognize it at first. It crept in quietly yesterday while I was reading—like a shadow slipping under the door. And the weird part? I didn’t fight it. I welcomed it. Not with open arms, but with a strange sense of relief. Like finally naming the ache you’ve been…
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Continue reading →: Chaos, Calendars, and Garden Time
Today I’m writing from a place of explanation—and maybe a little holy rebellion. I came up with this Eden Thinking concept as a way for my brain to accept the notion that we can talk to God like Adam and Eve did. Not just formally. Not just when we’re “supposed…
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Continue reading →: Martha, Me, and the Messy Middle
I am Martha. Sometimes I’m the busy hostess with a side of sass, while also enjoying the solo pity party like in Luke 10 when Mary chose presence over prep. I relate to Martha because of her analytical mind, and a bit of control freak. I mean let’s be honest…
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Continue reading →: Proverbs, Potholes, and the Path to Peace
So, my husband and I were talking about trials—because that’s what spiritually nerdy couples do on a casual Friday night—and he dropped the phrase “stumbling blocks” like it was just normal conversation. —and my brain immediately went full spiritual metaphor mode. I pictured this street. It was a mess, a…
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Continue reading →: Captive? These Thoughts Have Escaped.
Well, this is a tough one. I know I’m supposed to take every thought captive, but today? Today they’ve staged a jailbreak. I’ve been thinking and overthinking—trying to wrangle my brain into obedience—but honestly, God, You might have to take the reins on this one. Because right now, my thoughts…
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Continue reading →: Straight Paths Through Crooked Seasons
Well, that’s just unfair. Ever had one of those days where you look up at the sky and say, “Really, Lord? This is how we’re doing things now?” Like, I’m over here trying to walk the walk, talk the talk, and not throw the nearest object at anyone—and still, life…
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Continue reading →: The Treadmill Chronicles
So there I was, allegedly running on the treadmill. Okay, fine — walking. Power walking? Casual strolling? Let’s just say the treadmill was moving and so was I, and that’s what counts. No judgment, right? But here’s the weird part: I kept drifting to the right. Not metaphorically — like,…
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Continue reading →: When Ice Cream Is My Counselor (And Jesus Is Patient Anyway)
Let me just start by saying: I am a professional advice-giver. I dish out wisdom like it’s 50% off and I’ve got a coupon. I write about Eden Thinking, walking with God, seeking Him first, and letting trials refine us like gold. I even use scripture references like seasoning—just enough…
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Continue reading →: The Wall of Grace: When Seeds Take Their Time
Let me peel back the curtain a little more. I was a pregnant teenager—16 years old, 1990. Back when families didn’t have a roadmap for this kind of thing, just a whole lot of fear and a hope that someone else might know what to do. So my parents did…
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Continue reading →: Faith-ish Over Chaos
So my pastor dropped a truth bomb this week: “Be courageous. Don’t live in fear.” And I nodded like a seasoned church lady who’s got it all together—Bible highlighted, coffee in hand, and a Pinterest board titled ‘Faith Over Fear’ to prove it. But here’s the thing. I’m excellent at…