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If These Streets Could Whisper: 30 Books for My 30th Year--The Recap!
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If These Streets Could Whisper. Thursday, September 22, 2011. 30 Books for My 30th Year- The Recap! This is for all you readers out there! In case you're looking for some new recommendations, or are just curious, here's the Recap in a relatively random order. 1 Favorite Book of the Year: Same Kind of Different as Me by Denver Moore and Ron Hall. 2 When a Book Becomes Your New Best Friend: Bittersweet- Thoughts on Change, Grace, and Learning the Hard Way by Shauna Niequist. Something tells me this book wi...
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Same Old Story - Kris CamealyKris Camealy
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31 Days Of Quotes About Creativity. Dominican Republic Compassion International. Come, Lord Jesus: The Weight of Waiting. May 12, 2015. A couple of weeks ago, I held a microphone in my hand and told my messy-pride story to 150 of the most gracious women, who laughed at all the right moments, and caught their breath with me when I fought back tears. I prayed (begged) God to keep me from completely dissolving when I told my story, because–are you ready? Ha Yeah. My. He’s saving me still–. What’s the ...
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My life with anxiety, right now | Bliss and the Battlefield
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Bliss and the Battlefield. Life can leave you feeling a little Haggard. Ian at age six, and a letter to him. Beatrice’s first year →. My life with anxiety, right now. January 8, 2015. I started to write this post about a week ago. I write quite a few posts that I never publish, and I figured this would be one of them since it is uncomfortably personal. But lately I’ve felt compelled to share the uncomfortable. My friend Jessica has started writing frankly. Who wrote a book called. She writes in detail wh...
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Feed Them Well - Grace Table
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August 7, 2015. I am a Southern woman, with a Southern Mother, Grandmother, and Greats as far back as the family tree extends. The thing about Southern women is that we feed our peopleand we feed them well. Food is how we do hospitality. It is also how the Lord gave me a heart for young adults. After lunch was over and our new friends headed toward Brasstown Bald Mountain, I was left knowing that I wanted to be involved with international student ministry in some way. But how? We'd love to keep you refre...
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Dena Dyer: Working Moms
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Faith Family. Fun. July 04, 2015. Art Matters: Why I Write. Uthors note: I first wrote this post a few years ago at Laity Lodge. One of my top three places. I was in a spiritual non-fiction writing workshop with Lauren Winner, one of my favorite memoirists, and some of my fellow High Calling. I write to process. I write as prayer. I write to connect. When I share something Ive written and the other person reading it nods and says, Me, too! I write because I love words. I write so I can breathe. Reading i...
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Permanent Things: And on the Seventh Day God Rested: Using the Prinicple of the Sabbath to Organize Your School Year
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Resisting the Tyranny of the Urgent. Mars Hill Latin School. Eli's Ninth Grade Classes. Isabella's Seventh Grade Classes. Charis' First Grade Classes. We Do Other Things Too. Hitting the slopes (Christmas 2010). At the Aquarium of the Americas. Petting the Sting Ray. The Best Day Ever! The biggest snow in 100 years) Christmas 2008. Classical Writing Lesson Plans. Preschool (3/4) Weekly Checklist. And on the Seventh Day God Rested: Using the Prinicple of the Sabbath to Organize Your School Year. When God ...
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Announcing: Poesy, a nosegay of prose « Lanier's Books
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Laquo; Spring Tonic. Announcing: Poesy, a nosegay of prose. In creating, the only hard thing is to begin; a grass-blades no easier to make than an oak. James Russel Lowell. I am so excited about what I have to share today that I hardly know where to begin. This news has been over five years in the making. And now that it’s finally time to let it out into the world, I’m tripping over my own enthusiasm. Who did I think I was? Not a writer after all. The words scorched my weary mind. And then, something...
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Helen Landalf | Second Chance: Cancer survival and the writing life
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August 24th, 2016. Every time I revise for an agent or editor, I learn something about myself as a writer. Whether it’s a tendency toward overstatement or a habit of going too light on action and description in my dialogue scenes, a professional’s comments always help me hone my ability to convey my stories on the page. And maybe someday, I’ll even take the ultimate risk and write a 500-word blog post. What have you learned in revisions that you can apply to your life? Big Magic by Elizabeth Gilbert.
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How do you know when no is “no”? « Helen Landalf | Second Chance: Cancer survival and the writing life
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Laquo; How to Improve Your Writing (and avoid bad relationships). End of an Era ». How do you know when no is “no”? I’m not going to rant, here, and my object is not to blame. I know agents are busy. I understand that their inboxes are overflowing and that they read on nights and weekends, struggling to stay on top of the workload. They’re simply doing what they have to do to survive, and I respect that. The question is, how do writers adjust to this new reality? But I won’t count on it. On My big news!
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A Failure of Imagination | Thoroughly Alive
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A Failure of Imagination. On Aug 5, 2015 32 comments. And then all I saw was the baby. In that moment, I glimpsed a world beyond what I had imagined. In those dusky eyes, a sweet, murky swirl of brown and blue, I encountered the kindled flame of a new, precious life, a self formed and watchful, as its eyes first opened upon love. What killed her imagination? Have we, in our faith-shaped lives fully embraced children ourselves, as gifts and graces, as precious, as worthy of our work and care? Amy Carmicha...
