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God, I Don’t Understand What You’re Doing: 3 Ways to Let God Be Your GPS

  "God, I don't understand what you're doing." In this year of faith, I find myself saying this a lot. It's hard to understand what He's doing when it's hard to hear Him speak.  Especially when He leads you in one direction and then decides to tell you to turn where you didn't expect.  Because sometimes, you know, God does that.  He starts by saying, "Go like you're going toward California."  Then, later on, he says, "Now I want you to turn left toward Texas."  Two different locations, but you have to go like you're going West first and then…

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4 Reasons I Plan My Week in Advance

Some people think I'm crazy when I tell them I plan my week in advance. I've been doing this for two years in a row now, and I did it when I was in college. I intend to keep doing it, too. Before I started doing this I would get overwhelmed by the lack of predictability and the way things used to mount up. I'd constantly run out of time to get things done and have a constant nagging fear that something had been left unfinished. I would rely on stress medications like the cbd concentrates canada specializes in, just…

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Don’t Give Up: A Lesson in Perseverance

Lately, I really feel like God has really been putting the topic of persistence on my heart.  It first came up when I read the parable of the persistent widow in Luke 18:2-6.  Here's how my Bible reads: "...In a certain town there was a judge who neither feared God nor cared what people thought.  And there was a widow in that town who kept coming to him with the plea, 'Grant me justice against my adversary.' For some time he refused.  But finally he said to himself, 'Even though I don't fear God or care what people think, yet because…

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When Friendship Doesn’t Come Easy

I hope I'm not the only one when I say this, but I think making friends is hard.  It was hard in junior high, it was hard in college, and it's hard now.  I went to Mom & Me Camp with my youngest daughter this weekend, and I felt like I was 12 again: unsure of what to say, afraid of looking stupid, just desperate for a friend.  My little girl made friends in 20 minutes.  I'm still not sure if I made friends or not. But one thing I know for sure: I am desperate for them.  Friendships, I…

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