Wounds of War

Lonely Season All around me, I see wounds of war. My closest friends, my peers, strangers even, sharing openly how they have been mentally harmed and the illnesses that they struggle with. Some people blame the fact that we all use phones and computers. Some blame the breakdown of community…
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Life in a Bubble

I love bubbles. Blowing bubbles, popping bubbles, and staying inside my bubble. I like hanging out with the same friends, eating the same foods, watching the same movies, and doing the same things I’ve always done, but that isn’t who I want to be. I’d rather be an adventurer, a…
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I Am Overcome(r)

I love the word overcome because it can mean so many things: You can overcome your circumstances or be overcome with gratitude, love, joy. Or both. Usually both. John 1:5 says, “The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has not overcome it” and this says so much about…
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Easy & Fun

I wish that the fruit of the spirit was something like a personality test. Then I could figure out where I score highest and brag to everyone about how special I am. Plus, when I figured out what my weak points were, I could make excuses – this is just…
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Love and my Calloused Hands

Love and other Dangerous Goods Love isn’t easy. Especially when you don’t feel like loving. I’ve heard it said that Love is not an emotion, it’s a choice, though. Sadly, it’s a choice that I have to actually make, sometimes in spite of emotions. Sometimes in spite of strong emotions:…
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The Pictures Are Pretty

Last weekend, I went camping solo on the south shore of Lake Nipissing in Ontario. I wanted the time alone to hear my thoughts, explore the province, and take pictures. I quickly learned that 90% percent of my thoughts are actually not thoughts at all, but random songs. But the…
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