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Showing posts from February, 2018

Each Day We Have Choices

In my book, Simple Things, I wrote about representing the Lord well in our daily lives. I mused that when we call ourselves Christians we ought to be sure we're wearing the label well. The Bible warns about those who aren't serving the Lord wholeheartedly:

Revelation 3:15-16New International Version (NIV)15 I know your deeds, that you are neither cold nor hot. I wish you were either one or the other!16 So, because you are lukewarm—neither hot nor cold—I am about to spit you out of my mouth. How are we representing Christ when we engage in conversations about controversial topics (both in real life and online)? It's as if some of us leave our Christianity on the couch with our Bible and Jesus Calling devotional. And I get it. When something we care deeply about is being destroyed it's easy to suit up for battle.

It's no secret our nation is broken, but when we jump into the wrong battle we aren't doing anything more than putting a bandage on a severed limb. We'…

High Heeled Echoes

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I remember the distinct sound of high heels on the hallway floors. The school I went to was k-12 all in  one building and I couldn't wait for the day that I was a high school girl, wearing shoes that clicked on the floor when I walked. It seemed so grown-up. My years in fifth, sixth, and seventh grade passed slowly with my constant daydream of being a heel-clicker. 

I remember the days of high school. Wearing my heels that echoed through the halls. I remember running down the hall my senior year with my friend Kelly. We both wore high heels and laughed as we ran, saying we were just like Laura Holt in our favorite TV show, Remington Steele.

I remember sometimes my heels being the only sound in the hall, drawing attention when I'd rather not.

I remember my heels clip-clopping along the Kohl's parking lot on my first day as a merchandiser with a new company. I was over confident as I marched across the street and stepped onto the curb. I felt like I l…