Category: Do The Hard Thing
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Hush, fear of failure, hush.
My friend invited me to go on a hike on New Year’s Day. I informed her I was not in shape for a hike that she would take and she informed me that she was going for a run on her own prior to the hike. In other words, the hike was her cool down…
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Moments with and
The end of a full day leaves her with a slight headache, achy body, full heart, a few regrets, and a few wins — and there’s still more to do. It’s one of those nights, when she doesn’t know whether to keep pushing through or call it enough. A bath sounds great and so does …
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She doesn’t mind
She prays, she studies, she writes. She steps into what she is made for. She leads others to pursue the heart of God. There may be some who think she should not speak, that she should go home, but she doesn’t mind. Let them talk. She doesn’t answer to them. She advocates, she speaks, she…
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In the wrong
The greatest gift we can give someone is inviting them to be fully themselves with us and then cheering them on as they pursue all they are meant for. We don’t all receive this gift. And this is why: We withhold permission from others to step into all that they are made for because it…
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Don’t forget to breathe
When it seems like joy is hiding, When it seems laughter is A risk you can’t afford. When you question whether you can smile without lying, don’t forget to breathe. In And Out. Just be. It is okay to be angry. In fact, you should be mad. Just don’t sit in it, instead, let it…
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Stuck on a tightrope
I’ve stranded myself in the middle of a tightrope. Maybe that is where you are now… worn out from maintaining the status quo, but you are frozen in place. Every muscle works at maximum capacity to keep you safe, steady, and stuck. I’ve been there – working hard and doing what should be done, but…
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Where we come from
When I am driving a long distance at a solid 73 miles an hour I often wonder where the cars I am traveling beside are headed. Where are they going? The car with the license plate from Maine – are they headed home or are they just arriving to their destination? I had just…
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Let the light do its work
I stand in the backyard. There are more leaves on the ground since yesterday. The morning is cool and so I seek the sun. I step into the rays and can’t help but notice that the sun is in a different spot. The light has moved. I turned, to see where it was that the…
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The song of humanity.
The trees, the dolphins, and the mountains call to me and demand to be seen. I can’t look away. The bird’s song, the breeze, tickling the trees, the way a flower grows from a teeny seed. I can’t look away. I see their creator in them. His design, his joy, his creativity is in the…
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What hope feels like
The pitch darkness makes her stumble. It doesn’t matter if her eyes are open or closed – the light is the same. She keeps to herself, keeps herself small so that she doesn’t end up with bumps and bruises. she shuffles imperceptibly. Her lack of confidence is because she is swaddled in uncertainty. Her movement,…
