Journaling

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Excerpts from Psalm 86, NLT Bend down, O Lord, and hear my prayer; answer me, for I need your help. Protect me, for I am devoted to you. Save me, for I serve you and trust you. You are my God. Be merciful, O Lord, for I am calling on you constantly. Give me happiness,

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Excerpts from Romans 7:21 – 8:16 It seems to be a fact of life that when I want to do what is right, I inevitably do what is wrong. I love God’s law with all my heart. But there is another law at work within me that is at war with my mind. This law

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I’ve been posting more heavily, lately, at my SCOH (Thin Within) blog, and my SparkBlog. I’ll meander back this way eventually! 😉 Have a wonderful day!

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Did you ever get a warm fuzzy when you remembered someone special? And remembered that they love you. I still get that way when I think “John loves me.” My heart gets fuller. I smile inside. Pulse quickens. “Oh yeah.” **Smile** I believe that’s what’s supposed to happen when you hear someone say that God

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I have incoming clicks from a Swedish website. No idea who, what or why. Delurk? The temperature dropped about 40 degrees in a few short hours J5 chattered until 9:45p. He has the most interesting little dialogues while in his crib. I know what I *should* do in situations, but can’t seem to execute. I’m

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I recently noticed that I am obsessively alternating between competitiveness and “sour grapes”. If I see something I admire, I want to do/be/have it. If it’s not easy, or possible, then I tear it down in my mind so I don’t want to do/be/have it anymore. I just came upon a beautiful blog called “Noticing

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There’s a lot going in my head today. Super introspective, which is nothing new, but some of the things I’m reading and meditating on, are resonating strongly within me. Heidi wrote, in Part 4 of her testimony on her blog: Shame is dangerous. It causes us to isolate, to hide, and furthers our sin/shame patterns.

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At first glance, my favorite Christmas gift is my new webcam from my husband. With it I am now able to have great online conversations with my mom and dad, whom I miss an awful lot! And I’m able to give them the “J5 fixes” they need. 😉 The late bloomer gift is my new

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I don’t like to whine. I don’t want to complain. But this is where I need to be the real me, so here I go. I am depressed. I am unhappy. I have no reason for either. I am afraid. Many little things cause me emotional distress. Things that do not signify danger, but get

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Lord, I don’t know what lies within. But this writing is to take the time to listen to You and find. And then, to take up a different life. — Ann, at Holy Experience So much of my writing is reflecting on what was or what is, but what it should really become is a