Carried Along
A blog about real life through the lens of Christ
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In this New Year Full of hope and promise Questions and uncertainty The wisdom to know that the only writing that will bring you glory flows from your streams of mercy Give me the wisdom to pray first and write second That all efforts outside of you are “filthy rags” (Isaiah 64:6) The wisdom to…
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It never ceases to amaze me how quickly it all ends. We spend weeks, even months getting ready, and then in one day, it is all over. The beautifully decorated tree with colorful gifts we have carefully bought, wrapped, and anticipated for months becomes a beautifully decorated tree we have to decide when to take…
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I would call myself a closet gardener. Growing up I read all of the Christian romances involving homesteaders. I love growing and making my own food. As I teach full time during the school year, however, I don’t always put the time into my garden that I need to. To add to my responsibilities this…
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As we speak, I am standing at my front door observing a summer storm. The clouds are rolling in, explaining why my back hurt today, the thunder is clapping, and the rain drops are getting bigger, slapping the ground like a toddler’s flat feet. It brings me such peace. Yes, there is the possibility the…
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Like the disciples, we are easily frightened. While we have the Holy Spirit, something they didn’t yet have, we don’t always know what to do with the people around us who think and live differently than us. The truth? The world around us lacks hope. As a public school teacher, I see it every day.…
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I’m surprised I even recognized the name. It had been years: more than ten, if my calculations are correct. Not to mention the number of students I had taught since I had him: hundreds? Nevertheless, I recognized the last name and clicked on it. Sure enough, this girl had married him, my former student. We…
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www.facebook.com/share/p/hzzT6PJp4Pi1Ye1k/ My latest post for encourage about unity in the body of Christ
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It’s funny how our senses imprint memories subconsciously. A certain sound, smell, or feeling can come flooding back without our knowledge. Deja Vous? Maybe, but for me, my MercyMe journey started in 1999. I was a first year English teacher at Greenville High School in Greenville, TX. I did have family close, but I was…
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Carried Along 