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Journey of Love
It may have been senior year of college, the timing seems right, when I was walking down one of the sidewalks of main campus, probably around Riddick or Mann Halls and the words, “You care more about knowing my will than you care about knowing Me,” were heavy on my heart. I won’t go so far as to claim I heard the voice of God, but this conviction was crystal clear. I had been mulling over which path to take…
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Pottery Update
Somehow I allowed a lot of time to pass after last using my wheel. It’s not that I was officially taking a break, but with the kids being home in the summer and then adjusting to having both in school and figuring out how much time to spend volunteering there, working on my fall class (I teach distance graduate engineering courses), and trying to catch up on the neglected house projects, I let the pottery fall to the side. Time…
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If cats could talk…
“Always the bridesmaid, never the bride. She said, ‘I want to pick something you’ll be able to wear again.’ Hrmph.”
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Guns and Grit
Aka “sander selfie”. I started a new project this week, which was spurred on by moving around furniture. I’m really hoping gray spray paint will stick to this lightly sanded white paint, because I don’t have the guns or grit to fully strip this cabinet that we picked up from the flea market several years ago. It seems the cabinet has been rehabbed at least once before. The current (dirty, chipping and smelly) white is just too punchy for the…
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Am I doing this right?
When I was a brand new mama, I spent the first six months seeking answers from google, online forums and a friend who was a couple months ahead of me and had read far more parenting books than myself. I struggled to have confidence in the job I was doing. The strength of opinions coming at me from all sides undermined what little confidence I had in my abilities to be a good mom. Other than other panicked mothers on…
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Words
The greatest waves of guilt I’ve ever felt have been over my words. There’s no way I could recall all the times my heart has seemingly fallen into my belly while reflecting on a conversation and my own ill-spoken words. I’ve thrown curse words at loved ones, I’ve criticized friends behind their backs, I’ve shared stories that weren’t mine to share. Sometimes these words were simply poorly chosen, but many times these words were from my own internal darkness, pain…
