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Piece of My Heart

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I’m enjoying the age and stage of my Boy; he’s emerging into manhood, but the vestiges of childhood still linger. He bears the wit of his father and the hilarity of his mother. It pleases me how others respond to him – young, old and peers are charmed by his charisma; and as long as homework or chores are not involved, he and I have a good, solid and well mannered relationship. My Man and I love our Boy and he loves us in return, but he really only knows one small part of the person I am. (Except for the visit to the Music Experience museum in Seattle when he saw footage of Lollapalooza festivals from the 1990s and his father confided to him that his mother was among the crazy-eyed, bare-breasted guys and girls - although, I was definitely not bare-breasted at any point.) The exception aside, my Boy knows I love him, provide for him and will comfort him, but also I am a disciplinarian and enforcer of the “rules”. As my Boy grows and matures, I desire to extend myself to

Fair is Where You Get Cotton Candy

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My thoughts have been all over the place for the past while which is also why I haven’t posted in several weeks. I’m fed up with what I’ve been witnessing around me; I could extend my anger and frustration to what’s happening worldwide with Ebola health threats, ISIS terrorists, and conflicts in Israel but there’s enough happening close to home to keep my thoughts drowning in negativity. Jesus said, “In this world, you will have trouble.” Guess what? It’s true. I hate it, I really do but I’m most frustrated by people (friends) who should know the second part to what Jesus said, “But take heart (have courage), I have overcome the world.” I want to say to anyone who complains life is hard, life isn’t fair, “Quit your belly-aching and believe the word. Fair is where you buy cotton candy.” I’m baffled when people are surprised when trouble comes. A friend tells me I don’t understand because I had a good childhood, with parents who love and support me. I agree; I don’t unders

Created to Worship? I don't think so...

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Yesterday during song worship at the Sunday morning gathering, the worship leader began sharing what was on her heart. She said, “We were created to worship. We were born to worship God.” I felt a familiar rebellious thought begin to invade my mind. I hate being told what to do. (Clearly, I have authority issues. I’m working on them.) I don’t want to be told to worship. I consider myself a worshipper but worship, like love, must be given freely otherwise it’s not authentic or sincere. Since I was a child with a rebellious nature, I’ve struggled with a so-called Christian’s requirement to worship. I had no trouble with the disciplines of Christian life – reading my Bible, praying, doing good works, fasting and interceding, but I drew the line at worship being mandatory. Despite my rebellious heart towards worship, I understood even as a child, worship was/is an internal response. My heart attitude towards worship began to change several years ago when I was challenged by

God is Faithful

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God is faithful. That’s all she wrote. Well, okay. That’s not exactly all she wrote but it’s all anyone needs to know. If only we believed it, there would be such a radical shift in human behaviour the world would turn on its end and we would experience “heaven on earth”. The reason we can’t or won’t believe God is faithful is because we see him through our own un faithfulness. When Peter declared Jesus is the Anointed One, the Son of God, it was a revelation of the Father, by the Holy Spirit and not of himself (Matthew 16:16-17). The same is true when we grasp the revelation of God’s faithfulness. According to dictionary.com, faithful means: strict or thorough in the performance of duty; true to one’s word, promises, vows; steady in allegiance or affection, loyal; reliable, trusted, or believed; adhering or true to fact, a standard or an original. God is faithful to his word. For simplicity, and for argument’s sake, pretend God hasn’t uttered a word or promise