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I Must Have Purpose

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Thanks to Free-Photos via Pixabay What is my purpose? To live without purpose is to die. I must have a purpose for doing a thing or it becomes a useless task, worse than a drudgery, wasted effort, meaningless. And I can’t live in a state of meaninglessness – it makes me physically sick, exhausted, depressed. So, in all my efforts that I must do I look for meaning. Purpose. Reality. Identity. Like climbing a mountain so I can see clearly the view from the top. Because reality is where I am on solid ground, where I anchor … my strength. But if that anchor shifts or my solid ground quakes and crumbles, my reality disappears. I lose myself. Then I must go through the pain of searching and grasping for yet another reality. When Jesus is my purpose, I am finished searching. If I feel my strength give way or my reality fading, I know my feet are in the wrong place. They are not on the Solid Rock. They have somehow slipped off. I look for Him and find Him and gain strength, p

City

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I used to live in the big city. Phoenix is a pretty big city (especially now, but back in the 70s it was still huge). I am distracted while writing this. It’s a beautiful morning, cool, crisp, windows open, and I already ran my errands and all I need to do is go to work this afternoon. Writing is a luxury I don’t always get to do and I’m loving it. The distraction is my daughter talking to me, which is completely alright with me. So, I’m adding a bit of time to the Five Minutes this Friday because of that. And outside the children in the field over to the east are running and playing with their dog. Out to the west the highway traffic is low, then loud, then quiet. To the south a cardinal is scolding a cat and the cicadas are singing, vibrating, and creating a high-pitched, sometimes annoying symphony. To the north the railroad tracks await the afternoon train as a private plane soars beneath the high-altitude clouds. And I think, why would I ever want to move back to the big

The Drive to ...

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The Drive to ... Win Excel Challenge myself Work hard Pay off debt Communicate with family and those friends far away get closer to my Jesus, reading the Word, praying for others, chewing on those hard passages write exercise relax get a project finished sew paint draw crochet take photos create something new from something old teach my children organize toss trash give away those things I no longer need save money prepare for emergencies take care of myself take care of others encourage my coworkers, my aging mother, my husband, my children encourage my fellow writers   Write on, my friends, write on! It doesn’t matter WHAT you are writing, but that you are putting words down, getting the flow from your brain to your hands, watching the black on white appear creating a pattern, a poetry, a new living thing that just might speak to another’s soul.   The Drive to Write.

Happy Anniversary

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  Deserve Knowing that I am a sinner and do not deserve any of God’s kindnesses is the first step in following Him, pleasing Him, understanding His great love for me and all mankind, thanking Jesus for His sacrifice, and living a thankful life. Claiming all the promises of God before confessing my weaknesses and sins is jumping a step and leads to pride. Every time. Today I think about all the kindnesses God has blessed me with in my marriage. Thirty-eight years of blessings. Some came unexpectedly. Some came after years of hard work. Some came after a period of trouble or struggle or loss or tragedy. I deserved none of them. I earned none of them. God blessed. Period. I used to think if I did this or that long enough, I would earn the goal I had created in my mind. After years of frustration and disappointment, heartache, and failure, I came to learn that life with Jesus doesn’t work that way. Every day I approach God and ask Him what He wants me to do. Usually it is t

slow

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  I had a fight with poison sumac and lost.  After a trip to the ER, I realized the fight would slowly turn to the meds as my evil rash cleared but my energy drained away. I called off work. I stayed inside, out of the beautiful sun and lovely weather. I watched the birds and animals outside from the safety of the inside. (the meds make me hypersensitive to the sun) When I am curtailed in my regularly planned activities, I get frustrated, irritated, and a guilt trip settles on my shoulders. But I have found a new way to slow down. I pray. This time I have missed an entire week of work, which slows my financial goals and my physical goals. But defeat is not an option – not in God’s world. A slowing down is usually prescribed by God, in God’s time, for God's purpose. This time I got out my prayer cards and prayed through them. Then I found a nice 8-part series on prayer and I worked through that, taking notes, and creating artwork. Some of my prayers are for me: ple

Boisterous

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  photo credit - bohemianbikini via pixabay While covering a scary flood incident for the local newspaper I met the classic boisterous woman. As I read Proverbs 9 today, I was reminded of her. I was walking away from the new bridge where I had just finished speaking with the emergency crews who were concerned for its strength. At that moment they were hoping the state crew had done their work. When I asked them if they thought it would hold, they each said the same thing: “We’ll see.” These were small-town, honest, hard-working folks who were doing their job. They had been up since the night before preparing. I respected them. None of them were up to speaking with the press or “making a statement” and it was evident they were being harassed by them. The three major stations from Columbus were there and the last person anyone wanted to talk to … was another reporter. As I walked away from the scene, camera full of photos for the next day’s paper, a lady yelled at me. She was sitti

I Love Green

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  Right now the store has lots of green: green shamrock stickers, green hats, green leprechauns, green and gold boas, green glasses, green art projects for kids, greenery, green rocks, plastic green buckets and even green gnomes (gnomes are IN this year – big time)! Green is the color of spring (though some argue it’s yellow for dandelions). I love green. In my home I have a bunch of green plants (ivy, palms, succulents) and green d├ęcor. I have a green purse and green clothing and green kitchen utensils. At the store green catches my eye – the greener the better (lettuce, peppers, snow peas, broccoli, limes). But I didn’t always like green. My mom told me that green shirt made my face look pale. I liked it because it made my eyes look green and … everyone wanted green eyes, right? Those words of my mom stayed with me as I got pinched every March 17 because I failed to wear green. Kids can be so cruel. But I’ve made peace with green. I celebrate green as the snow melts and