As a child, I seemed to have an “inherited” propensity to take risks. It came from my dad’s side (wink). Risks do not necessarily take account of wishes or best interest of others. For example, at age nine, when I tried to exercise my newfound faith to fell a tree in my front yard, . . .
Read MoreIn my last blog - The Great Exchange, Part 1, we looked at the misinterpretation of my young mind from the word “love” to the word “please” in God’s greatest commandment, the commandment to love . . . .
Read MoreAlthough I am now in my "second spiritual formation," this account has to do with my "first spiritual formation, which began at age nine. At that time, I set out to follow Jesus and learned much about the Bible and the Christian life. For reasons I will try to explain, though I knew Jesus, the True Foundation, my spiritual foundation was wrapped around a destructive shame-based religious system. . . .
Read MoreThink back over your life. For what were you searching when you slipped into that sinful behavior? Approval, adventure, excitement, or something else missing in your life?
It might be helpful to look at the basics of life.
These “little bundles” of you and me were born to live in peace, joy, love, contentment, and everything that completes us; however, . . .
Read MoreI was not born with emotional dependency; it was learned behavior. I was church taught, home taught, and self-taught. For reasons I will try to explain, though I was brought up to serve the Lord, my early years were cradled in a shame-based religious system.
As a child and teenage girl, . . .
Read MoreGod is Spirit. When we are born again, our spirit is infused with the Trinity, and we who believe are one with Him ... and with one another.
At a certain point in time and at a certain place, God brought together ... two pure sister spirits ...
Read MoreThe other day, I went to have my nails done. I said to Kim, “I have an ‘owwie.’ Can you fix it?”
I proceeded to take off a band-aid on the ring finger of my left hand. Halfway down the nail, it was split horizontally, almost from one side to the other. The break was a little hard to see, since I had carefully bandaged it . . . .
Read MoreThough I have always wanted to express my thoughts in writing, a memoir was the last thing I wanted to write. Living a double life, wafting between reality and fantasy, I would not have wanted to disclose all the turmoil within….
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