I have a love/loathe relationship with dating. Dating is exploratory. Hopeful. Unfortunately, it’s also risky. If I could, I would put up a sign that reads, “don’t come for a boss unless you’re ready to boss up!” but I imagine that might be perceived as a bit too unapproachable . . . even for me. I love the jolly hopefulness…
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I remember when forty sounded so . . . well, old. But that’s because I was twenty-something with only a glimpse of what real life ensued. As I’ve aged and the wisdom I’ve gained has shown up in my physical features, I’ve learned to truly appreciate the value in aging. I’m 41 years old and proud of it. When you…
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If you grew up in church, you probably heard about the prophet, Jonah, who was swallowed by a big fish in his attempt to escape the assignment God had given him. The story came across as trivial during my younger years. The whole idea of running from God seemed silly and pointless. I mean, He’s God. He’s everywhere and He knows everything. How do you run from the Creator? I admit I…
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It’s Christmas season, my favorite time of the year. Needless to say, it’s easy to forget the reason for the season especially since Christmas has been so commercialized. Now, don’t get me wrong- I participate in this commercialism, but we can’t lose sight of this beautiful moment in history. The story of Jesus’ birth leaves me in wonder and amazement.…
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I sat at my table with my coffee mug warming my hands and the sweet smell of cinnamon and vanilla wafting up my nose. The sun poured into the room casting long shadows along the floor as the heater stirred to life. I was feeling cozy and rested on Thanksgiving morning. The “Happy Thanksgiving” texts were already starting to come…
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There is one specific thing about homeowning that I didn’t take seriously when I bought my house: yard work. Yes, I knew it would be required, but I didn’t consider the investment and commitment to maintaining a beautiful yard. My Daddy has always kept an impeccable yard. I still remember the loud roar of the riding mower on Saturday mornings…
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It’s about that time. The sun is going down a bit earlier and the nights are getting cooler. You can almost sleep with your windows open and the A/C turned off. Other than pure excitement about pumpkin-spiced treats and scents, the incoming of the fall season means one other thing . . . it’s cuffing season. Some of you are…
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Have you ever had a moment when you wanted to tell the Lord, “I just don’t have it in me any longer!” No more faith. You’re tired of praying and not seeing results. The more you worship, the worse things tend to get. Your tank is empty, and you just don’t have anything left. It could be problems at work…
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My name is Carrie and I’m guilty of overthinking. (Whew. It feels better to just admit it.) Yes, if not put in check, I will overthink a situation to death, drafting fifty-‘leven combinations on what could happen and when. And don’t let it be a matter of the heart. (Sheesh.) If left to my own understanding, I will think of…
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There’s no place like home. However, I’ve been fortunate enough to call a few places home- one of which is my parents’ new home in Austin, Texas. Just shy of two years ago, my parents moved from Indianapolis, Indiana to Austin. Since California to Austin is a much quicker flight (and I still have unused airlines credits due to COVID),…