blurry

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I really love to read. In this season of life I’m in, it’s not as easy to get through a book, no matter how much I love it. But I’ve realized as I’ve gotten older that I’m such a skimmer! I’ve always been proud that I can read fast…which, I can. But there are times I definitely let my eyes kind of skip over some words here or there, and it’s never bothered me because I usually get the gist. Most times, it’s really not a big deal.

Except when it is. It doesn’t really work the same with God. Like on the days where I’m feeling like, “God, where’s the disconnect? I know you want to talk to me. And I want to hear from you. I’m doing all the right things. Where ya at?”

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Torching Wet Blankets

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It’s a chilly night, and I’m out in the forest with some friends enjoying a meal by the campfire. The chill is against our backs as we chow down on some baked beans and hot dogs, which taste twice as good mixed with the smell of smoke in the cool night air. Our conversation is woven with laughter, which occasionally sends mouthfuls of half-chewed beans into the fire. It’s one of those good nights. As the fire turns to glowing red embers, we zip into our sleeping bags and begin to drift into slumber.

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before.

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1 Samuel 1:18

“…And her face was no longer downcast.”

Long story short, we’re talking about Hannah. Hannah prayed for a baby. Prayed and prayed and prayed. It consumed her. She spent her time crying and wouldn’t eat. If you haven’t already read 1 Samuel 1, go do it.

Hannah is so well known for her beautiful prayer in the book of 1 Samuel. But here, in verse 18, is where I found myself longing to be more like her. The message version says her face was radiant. Radiant meaning – shining, or glowing brightly.

I want this. I want my face to be radiant. No longer downcast. No longer sad.

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More Than Okay

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We can sometimes find ourselves in a state of constant okay-ness. When you pass someone that you know in the hall or on the street and they ask, “Hey, how are you?” you can truly respond with, “I’m doing okay.” And that’s not a bad thing. You’ve got your health, your car, your job, maybe you even have a happy family. But, ask yourself this, are you desperate? Continue reading “More Than Okay”