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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

Enable

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God enables me to do the simple things as well as the difficult things. He was there when I gave birth to my children, holding my hand, listening to my pleas, protecting me and healing me. He was there when I searched for property in the country so we could raise our children in a wide-open environment. He was with me when my counselors and teachers met over the weekend during my senior year of college to decide my fate: let me stay or kick me out. He was there when I made some really stupid choices, making the wall higher and the way away from Him more difficult. He was there when I was in the hospital with my one-year-old son. He was there when I thought my marriage was falling apart. He was enabling me to withstand the trial, the temptation, the persistent irritations, the out-right attacks, the sweet urges to go back to my old way of living. He enabled me to take time off from working when I was exhausted and confused beyond reason. He enabled me to understand mysel

Observant

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  Seeing how my parents interact and worrying that my and my brother’s safety might be jeopardized. Hearing my parents laughing at the television show late at night and knowing everything is okay. Hearing whispers behind closed doors and knowing my children are planning something secret. Watching an exchange out of the corner of my eye, from hand to hand, like a handshake, cash for pills. The birds are digging in the unusually deep snow. They need more food. The guest bath needs a good cleaning. My husband looks pale. My daughter is talking too much. Something is bothering her. My son isn’t talking at all. Something is bothering him. There is joy in the meeting of my church. The old gentleman feels comfortable with us, so much that he has fallen asleep. That customer has just pocketed some jewelry. That couple is bickering in fun while that couple over there is truly irritated with each other. That child looks ill, flushed and tired. Those shelves need dusting

Pray for the Media

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  social-media-1989152_1920-geralt-pixabay Pray for all Media Today I pray for all Media and All forms of communication, Advertising, Mass communication, Facebook, Twitter, Pinterest, building signs, road signs, Internet pop ups, yard signs, posters in business windows, billboards, all images, Email, Instant messages, Blogs, Websites, YouTube, all Internet searches, Movies, Film, Video, Newspapers, print and e-editions, Magazines, TV, Radio, News magazines, Newsletters and other forms of organizational communication, Memos, Inter-office messages, Books, in print and e-books, Pamphlets, Texting, phone calls, all Print publications, Publishers and publishing houses, All video, and all internet video production, And I also pray for Continual Communication with God   Holy God, You alone have all the power, You alone have all the wisdom, You know everything that happens, and You love us and ask us to talk to You, to ask and seek and knock. You know what is on our hearts even before we

VOTE

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Vote means to choose by making a mark or by raising your hand or by speaking up at a meeting. I vote every day. I vote to use my time wisely or to take a break from work and creative pursuits and watch videos. I vote to go to work or to stay home. I vote to clean my house or toss things I don’t need any longer. I vote to love my husband with words and actions. I vote to keep my children in my prayers and in my daily life. I vote to give to my church or some other charity. I vote to use my money wisely or to waste it on things I don’t need. I vote to wear a mask in public or not. I vote to think about The Worst-Case Scenario or The Blessings of God. I vote each year because I have been given the right to do so.   But all this voting is private. I don’t talk about my voting choices much. My dad told me I didn’t have to. I can keep it all a secret. And isn’t that a better way to live? Just do what you voted to do and let your actions speak louder than words.