I have never played football, but if I was to guess, I held the position of a tackling linebacker as I ran shoulder first from one end of our hallway into the spare bedroom door.
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I have never played football, but if I was to guess, I held the position of a tackling linebacker as I ran shoulder first from one end of our hallway into the spare bedroom door.
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I’m learning to believe that God sets our hearts free to play and experience joy. This is a concept that recently has been knocking on the door of my heart and introducing a new rhythm of being.
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Nearly two years ago, I sat at Recovery Week Two listening to Dan Allender talk about breaking curses that had been spoken over our bodies, and I felt a stirring in my heart.
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Our yes’s and no’s define us. They’re the choices we make to pursue or stop the cause of what we find permissible.
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“Hello, my name is Robert”, spoke a tall statured middle aged man. I paused and reciprocated the greeting with the exchange of my name, and we discussed a bit about our professions.
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This Christmas, I choose to be present. It’s taken me awhile to embrace those words.
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I never thought I’d watch The Anchor House flood.
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When I first read the question, “Can I Come?” the next phrase that carried into my thoughts was, “And Will I Bring Myself Fully?”
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As much as I hate to admit, I dance in the fray of second chances.
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I’ll be brave in the waiting, As I hold hope for those I don’t even know.
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