| The Christian life is not about my upholding some standard of perfection.
It is about my blantent and displayed IMperfection...
Pointing to CHRIST'S perfection. And His ability to help someone who must never act as though it is her own.
Oh, why do we doubt?
Is not someone who is truly free, held SO securely by nail-pierced hands...
That they could not truly run back to prison (even if it looks that way in some form), even if they tried? |
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| Ladies and Gentlemen...
I'm officially sold on Juniors... 
Country Mixer
Juniors eat big missionaries....
Rockin the front in worship...
Vacation Bible School in Tyler
Me and some of my wonderful, wonderful MI's.... how I miss them!
Two & a half hours on their faces meeting with God...
Tyler Juniors 2008
Global Expeditions
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| Administrative Professionals Day
3 Weeks after Grandma Died
3 Months before Costa Rica with GE
Wednesday
My Day Off
The Day I Cook Dinner
23 Days into the month of Rain
Rain is Romantic
Much moreso than Snow
They should move Valentine's Day to April
It is my Brother's Birthday Month
My Nephew's Birthday Month
21 and 5
The month I start wearing sandals and lose sleeves
It is a Happy Time
But not necessarily because of circumstance
Because my Jesus makes all things beautiful.
He is my sweet bliss. |
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| It reminds me of sitting by mom. In her hospital bed. Barely able to talk... too tired.
She recognizes me still. She was trying to say something to me earlier.
It was so hard to understand what she was saying.
Judah hugged her just a second ago... she leaned over and kissed him on the head. He's almost five.
Her great-grandbaby.
It's so hard to believe that in a few days... or hours... she won't recognize me anymore.
And then she never will again.
CP, Hope and I are sitting on the couch and she just waved at us.
Sometimes it doesn't seem like she's coherent at all.
Then she'll do something like that... like she's saying she's glad we're here.
It's like a nightmare. But familiar nightmares don't seem as bad as brand new ones.
I just don't want her to suffer...
I love her so much. |
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