Days that Sparkle

There are days. When I was younger I watched for “days that sparkled.” On certain days or nights, there was a sense of magic, of wonder, of awe. They came few and far between but when they hit, I moved as slowly as possible through them so that every second, every moment, every image was…

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Jumbled Dreams

I’ve been thinking for a while now and planning to write but it seems something is always in the way of taking the time to just write. I recently heard someone say “my story matters, and so does yours.” But if your story is not shared, how are others to know about the story you…

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When God Speaks

A few years ago, I went to a training program called Driven For Life. I had spent the previous 10 years working in ministry and made the difficult decision to go back into the “real” world, the secular world. I’ve never really thought about it before now but it’s interesting that the secular world was…

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God is God…

Some days we just need to remember that God is God, and we’re not. “For my thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways my ways, declares the LORD. For as the heavens are higher than the earth, so are my ways higher than your ways and my thoughts than your thoughts.” Isaiah 55:9 A…

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It’s a Slippery Slope

Last month, I spent 5 days in Maui, Hawaii. I started this blog while sitting on a beach in Kihei watching the waves roll in.  There was a bit of rain making the water shimmer with light and appear iridescent. While the others snorkeled, I was all set to work on client projects, fulfilling a…

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Swimming with Turtles

We paddled out about ¼ mile off the Maui shore. We “anchored” so to speak and the other 5 kayakers started putting on their snorkeling gear. I sat there breathing deep feeling some trepidation that I’d be forced to join in and get in the crystal-clear ocean. And once in, they seriously expected me to…

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Mother’s Shine Bright

Every Mother’s Day I think I’m not going to blog about being a Mother, or not being one. Yet deep down the words start forming, and there you are. There’s a knock on my soul and I have to write the words and you my fine friends get to be the recipient. I write because…

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