If you knew how I voted, would you still like me? If you knew my past, would you still talk to me? If you knew the shows I watched or the music I listened too, would you still respect me? If you knew I watched church online, or didn’t attend at all, would you think less of me? If you…
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This morning, as I was walking around upstairs, in and out of my children’s rooms, looking at the posters on the walls and the trinkets lining the shelves and the mascara that had rolled off of the counter onto the floor – I was struck once again with a familiar feeling. The years go fast. Don’t they? When the kids…
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I want to be loved and accepted for who I am. I want to know I can walk into a room with all of my inadequacies, without the perfect outfit or the most witty remarks, and people will still be glad to see me. I want to know I won’t be talked about the minute I leave the room, or…
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For some, the time spent at home during the pandemic, away from corporate worship, was hard. For others, it was good. And for some, that may seem hard to hear or believe. You may wonder, how can worshiping from home be good? But coming from someone who has enjoyed watching church from home — I have to tell you —…
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My faith journey has not been linear. It’s been up and down and all around. It’s been mountaintops and valleys. It’s been seeking and learning and growing and stumbling and praising and worshipping. It’s been laying things down and picking them back up again. It’s been doubting and questioning and studying. It’s been joy and it’s been tears. It’s been asking hard…
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