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It was a few days before I had returned to this concept of pride I wasn’t understanding. I loved my sister’s place! She has a back patio that was made perfect for me to sit for hours and ponder, paw over God’s word, and pray. It was shady and she had tons of plants growing
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I woke up with a gloom in my heart. Perhaps it was because the weather was gloomy. It was pouring rain outside. I felt a massive amount of anxiety. I was restless. I felt like I had a counter full of ingredients, except the ingredients didn’t have labels. I had no real idea of what
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The first day of driving was pretty uneventful. I just listened to praise and worship music and prayed fragmented prayers. My heart was missing home. I was worried about our newest additions to the farm. Where they getting taken care of? I worried about my husband. I worried about my kids. I worried about the
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Sounds like a good time? I was sitting in a quiet place. I had read several times that we need to not only ask God for things. We needed to give space in our quiet time to allow him to speak to us. If you all could be a fly in my mind…. “Be still….”
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The days following are somewhat of a blur. I got to my friend and sister in Christ’s house. I was relieved to not have to sit I the truck for hours on end, starring ahead wishing the road would come to an end. Life must still go on, and as everyone in the house left
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The morning after my experience of with Jesus I was left with so many questions. Honestly I pondered what on earth had happened? Was that all real? I hadn’t consumed much food in four days. Was I just starving and my mind playing tricks on me? Deep down I knew it had happen… But what
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It’s been almost a year since things were shattered. The event was nothing new in my life. It was a pattern, a cycle, that seemed to continually repeat its self. The only difference this time is knowing it was coming and there was nothing I could do to stop it. In the months before, I
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