August 2009
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Who switched the labels here?
Every morning I wake, bleary eyed, unwilling to leave the confines of the sheets. Hair askew & stumbling, instinct draws me towards the kitchen and the glass pot that holds my liquid drug. Coffee. The aroma leads me like a carrot on a stick before the mule. I could make my way blindfolded to the one thing I need. I am barely seated at the kitchen table before half of the warm mug clasped in...
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Abba, with the gutters I've crawled through...
it seems to me that nothing trips one up the same as what has made that person stumble in the past. Satan delights in being able to scorn us with the very way he has brought us to our knees so many times before. And nothing is more humbling than face planting into the same mud puddle that your features have become so acquainted to. But graciously it is such downfalls that strip away the layers of...
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It's a slap in the face when I feel my complacency...
One thing I totally dislike about summer is the apathy meter goes way up. In almost every way, but especially in pursuing Christ. Coming off summer project made it even stronger. It would seem an easy thing just to pick up one’s Bible & journal and go at it, but my heart just doesn’t feel in it right now, it doesn’t really feel in anything. It will be a good thing to start...
