Category Archives: A Page From My Journal

Flattened by Overuse

Wait–No, I don’t mean a squished-down pillow or rug. I’m talking about overused words. See, lately I’ve heard myself saying “I love…” about practically everything. I love this song! I love your dress! I love that house! I love pizza! … Continue reading

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How’re Those Resolutions Working?

I just ran across the following post, which first appeared on this blog January 2, 2017. I thought it was worth sharing again. This year, I’m timing it for three weeks into the almost-new year… that stretch when enthusiasm for … Continue reading

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Accuracy is Everything

We’ve had unseasonably warm weather in North Texas this fall. No one should be surprised at this, because our weather is always “unseasonably” something. When it isn’t unseasonably hot, it’s unseasonably cool. Rainfall? Either unseasonably wet or unseasonably dry. We … Continue reading

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Fake-Out Years, Part 2: God’s Sovereignty

Last time I told you how some well-meaning people in my church thought I’d accepted Christ as my savior. The pastor baptized me, not realizing I was clueless about my need for salvation. After the worst five years of my … Continue reading

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The Fake-Out Years, Part 1

I never intended to lie. 1. I know better, which may be the force behind… 2: I’m terrible at it. Always have been. So one Sunday morning during my fourth-grade year, I sat in church doodling on my bulletin instead … Continue reading

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Lies and Cow Pies: Revisited

Originally posted on Joywriting: Everybody Has a Story:
I have no idea whose cows they were, or why I was wandering around with them in their enclosure — wearing a dress, mind you. I was only five, we were visiting…

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