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I sat on my garage floor and looked through boxes from my parents’ attic. The kind of boxes disintegrating from age, filled with files of my schoolwork since preschool, homemade gifts, school valentines, and stories I wrote.
My parents downsized, so everything my mom saved and couldn’t part with became my responsibility. Part of me wanted to toss them without looking inside. I didn’t know what was in them for the last thirty years, so why did I need to even peek? I put it off for months.
Husband - Fact - Year - Gumption
Eventually my husband pointed to the fact that I had put it off for almost a year, and I got the gumption to tackle it.
I read my elementary report cards and was surprised at what I found. I thought I was bad at math, but according to my report cards, I wasn’t. I looked through yearly questionnaires and saw a pattern of always wanting to create and draw and become an artist. I forgot how much I loved to color. I had flashbacks of second grade Thanksgiving feasts with homemade butter and third grade Valentine’s Day parties with young love. I remembered what a wonderful childhood I had and was thankful for the reminder.
Week - Hill - Women - Perception - Reason
I had just been complaining earlier in the week about how I felt I’d been called to be tougher or to persevere or to charge the hill more than other women. Maybe this was only my perception, but it felt real to me. For some reason God endowed me with vision, and that’s not an easy role to have. Usually, prophets are kicked out of town, stoned, or worse, and they’re definitely not listened to.
At our church service that same weekend, during one of the worship songs, I closed my eyes to sing to Jesus. As I did, I could see...
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