Carried Along
A blog about real life through the lens of Christ
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I know that for many believers, this age of reinvention seems unprecedented. It has thrown the church into the defense instead of the offense. We want to protect our families so fiercely from these radical ideas that we almost excuse ourselves from passages like The Great Commission of Matthew 28 and the one above. But…
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So, as I attended graduation this year, the sentiment was different. A few important people were missing: some because of choices they or someone else made, and some because of pain and suffering caused by nothing more than life in an imperfect world. But as I watched my beloved students walk across that stage after…
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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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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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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 