I love that title, don’t you?
But really, please don’t feel sorry for me regarding my last post. I don’t feel sorry for me. When we are confronted with the not-so-pleasant details of others’ lives, we should remember that for that person, it is their life and so it’s never quite as bad as it sounds [...]
Jesus tells us over and over not to be afraid.
Fear of the unknown can drive us to do many things to feel safe, not the least of which is to surround ourselves with unnecessary structure and rules and people to tell us the right things to do so that we never need make a mistake. [...]
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Sometimes I use “not caring” about something as a defense mechanism. Not caring becomes detachment, which becomes a place that feels safe. For instance, we have to find a vehicle because my previous automobile was totaled out by the insurance company after we hit a deer. So in the process of looking for a [...]
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This morning I was thinking (ok I was obsessing) about the importance of being right and doing right and making sure our loved ones can see what is right and do what is right. Then Jesus said, “But Tina, this is how the world will know that you are my disciple: that you love one [...]
Sometimes I think I just have to have someone to be mad at. A scapegoat, if you will, even though the scapegoat is supposed to be innocent.
Leviticus 16:20 “When Aaron has finished making atonement for the Most Holy Place, the Tent of Meeting and the altar, he shall bring forward the live goat. 21 He [...]
Do you ever get scared about where you end and God can finally begin? Right now Daddy seems to be in a process with me of bringing me to the end of myself, which is the most painful journey I have ever embarked on and I’m not sure I remember giving him permission - so [...]
It’s hard to explain what’s been going on the last several months. There’s been a turmoil in my heart - no, somewhere deeper than that, so deep inside that I can’t reach it or identify it or explain it. It started with a breach in my family, that much I do know. Odd, because it [...]
