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We Can Break Our Own Hearts

I asked God not to request this blog. In fact, I had another idea for a write-up for this week and it didn’t contain any of my secrets. It was an encouraging one that everyone might relate to. It was one filled with inspiration that allowed me to withhold parts of my story from the…

Building While Waiting

Last week I had a conversation with a friend over dinner. I was talking about new projects that I’m starting and the vision that I have for my life. While explaining my ideas, I’m sure I had that goofy look on my face that happens when I’m excited about something. The look does not surface…

An Open Conversation with Love and Fear

Perhaps its the way that you hold my wounds in your hands without muttering a word. As you stare at them  blank expression with questioning eyes I wonder about the complexity of my last statement. Without asking me to change, your silence screams TO ME that I’m still broken in areas that I’ve overlooked. You…

Baskets of Broken Pieces

This morning I was reading the bible and came across the scriptures when Jesus fed the 5,000. Of course I’ve heard this story several times, but this time something jumped out to me. Now, I don’t want to be presumptuous and assume that you know the story, so here’s a brief synopsis: After Jesus heard…