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November 3, 2014
Beautiful Blue Birthday Bicycle
My awesome birthday bicycle! Isn’t it lovely? I haven’t thought of a name for it yet, but I’m working on it. Any suggestions? I’m working on building my stamina up again, but it’s been 20+ years since I rode. So it’s slow going, but I’m determined!
November 1, 2014
3 tips to remember if you want to write
So you want to write a book? But you don’t know how to start? I’ve talked to so many people who are in that place, where they feel like they have a story inside, but they don’t know what to do with it. So I thought I’d pass on a little advice I’ve learned over…
October 30, 2014
From the Day | I Am They
When You found me, I was so blind My sin was before me, I was swallowed by pride But out of the darkness, You brought me to Your light You showed me new mercy and opened up my eyes From the day You saved my soul ‘Til the very moment when I come home I’ll…
October 25, 2014
You sold how many pickles?
You haven’t heard loud until you’ve heard a gymnasium stuffed to the gills with people—1,200 to 1,500 of them—all waiting to walk through your church’s outreach drama. When you get that many people in a room with a concrete floor, your ears don’t stop buzzing. I’ve mentioned Judgement House a few times, and I’ll mention…
October 23, 2014
How Can It Be | Lauren Daigle
You plead my cause You right my wrongs You break my chains You overcome You gave your life To give me mine You say that I am free How can it be
October 20, 2014
Why tour guides should eat junk food
One of the perks of Judgement House (and there are many) is the food. Every night, we get a beautiful tray of totally-bad-for-you snacks. Yes, there are veggies, but they are accompanied by a lovely bowl of ranch dressing. Cheese and crackers. And all the homemade cookies you can eat. And then, on Sundays, because we…
October 18, 2014
Everybody needs a safe place
Beware. This is a post about writing. When I was little, I had a refuge. My old apricot tree. I loved that old tree. I still do. Miraculously, it’s still there and it even still produces the odd apricot now and then. As a child, I’d climb up into those gnarled old branches and read…
