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My mind wandered this morning to John 4 and the woman Jesus spoke with at the well. I’m often reminded of her when I look in the mirror in the mornings. Why had she come to this well to draw water alone? That was an activity the women usually did together. For safety. For social …

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As I stumble upon morning, yet again, My throat parched,My eyes cluttered with matter,My heart half-awake –I reach for your Word.Well, first coffee; because…coffeeBut always your Word.And not out of habit.Well, it IS my daily habit, butThat’s not my motivation.No. My sweet, smiley,Southern-belle-heartDoesn’t always drink-in a“Good” morningSo easily.Whereas I don’t alwaysFeel “good” –It is good.Which …

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I sat and watched the sky And the prairie running wild Up to the mountains. I watched the blues and reds Scatter colors overhead – Night fell around me. And suddenly a whisper Came from somewhere Deep inside: I’m walking here beside you I hold every tear you’ve cried, Just look around – see: Some …

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The sun slowed down and Took one last look over the horizon. It had had a long productive day and Could finally meander on to The other side. Meander. That’s what my car did – Steady and slow like the sun. “I’ve been… feeling really quiet.” My text whispered through the screen as I Wiped …

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My mind wandered this morning to John 4 and the woman Jesus spoke with at the well. I’m often reminded of her when I mentor single moms. Why had she come to this well to draw water alone? That was an activity the women did together. For safety. For social interaction. I’ll guess why: shame. …

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I made a huge mistake at work today. To be fair, it’s my first week of actually doing my job and I’m still onboarding. But the impact of this was far-reaching. I control 2 email inboxes from the same email account. One is my personal company email. The other is my team’s email. I was …

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Everyday for weeks now I’ve watched women champion and repeat and chant the phrase “I am enough.” It’s on mugs and graphic t-shirts and books and billboards: “I am enough.” Really? Are we? Why do we say this? What are we REALLY saying? What are we enough of or who are we enough for? I …

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One morning shortly after my divorce, as I woke up, I had this vision. I clearly saw a pair of rugged male hands reaching down, digging in, and clasping together underneath a wilted plant. Actually, the plant was beyond wilted—it was dried by the sun, and what had once been some kind of small growth …

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