I’ve knocked on the door and it has opened. But now I’m hesitating on the threshold. My baggage keeps me from entering and I’m unwilling to let it go. I’ve been carrying it for so long. I’ve gotten comfortable with it. It has become like a friend to me. Sometimes, I feel like it is carrying me, even if I know that it is not true. Some of it is tied around my neck with a hard knot. But I know the knot will loosen, if I choose to let go of the which will come off more easily. Yet, I’m hesitant to even do that.
Walking and growing with God in a world in turmoil
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So, what can we do? I believe that the only thing that we can do, is trust that God wants what’s best for us, and do our best to be our best...
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Let me propose something: What if a veil has been pulled over our eyes, making us think that we need politicians? What if in fact the politi...
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It seems like I get a slap pretty fast these days, when I start thinking that I’ve risen above petty struggles. When I’m not being honest wi...
