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Where I share personal stories and some journal style writing.

Faith, From the Heart

Quieting My Anxious Heart

I can feel my heart pounding in my chest. My palms are sweating. It takes everything in me not to walk out the door. I take a deep breath and send up a little prayer. “Lord please let me know someone.” I swallow hard and take a step forward while scanning the crowd. Trying to act confident. Trying to stay calm. I finally found a familiar friendly face. Someone who was also looking for a seat.  As I breathed a sigh of relief I still felt this feeling. I couldn’t help it. It has always been a part of me.

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Looking Back

Spring Snow

Waking up on the second of May to 10 inches of snow is not normal! No, not even in northern Iowa. We had a weekend of such nice weather, it got up to 80 degrees one day! Then we wake the next day to this. I’ll admit I was not very happy, and from people at work to all the Facebook posts, I think it’s safe to say that neither was anyone else.

With the exception of my sweet HoneyGirl. As we sat looking out at the snow she was all smiles. “mommy, God made the snow right?” Yes he did. “and he made it soooo sparkly!” “it’s berry pwetty right mommy!”

Now what am I to say to that other then “your right it is very pretty”. It seems to me that a child tends to find the beauty in just about anything. They can remind us of things, and help us see things in a whole different way.

This spring snow will soon melt. Bringing nice  weather, and flowers. Maybe we can go outside and build one last snowman and enjoy God’s beautiful sparkly snow 🙂

From the Heart

Learning to Love Reading

I was called out of the classroom yet again. I told everyone that I had been chosen to try out one of the cool new computers, I even got to play games on them. I didn’t want to be labeled as one of the those kids. The truth was I liked to read but I wasn’t very good at it. I needed help and this is how it was offered to me. Oh, how I was envious of that one girl. She always seemed to be able to read the big books. The best books. I wasn’t able to check them out. They weren’t my level. No, I’d never be any good at reading. Why bother. 

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