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Barefoot and Free: August 2013
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Thursday, August 29, 2013. I finally stopped taking them. It’s been over three years since my doctor agreed to treat me for depression. It was humbling to have to go back to pills after being free of them for so long. But they helped pull me out of a very dark place when Andrew was so sick. I was thankful for the relief. A few weeks ago I asked if I couldn’t try to get off the pills.The cost to keep me on Tommy’s family insurance at the school was more than we could afford each month. My doctor warned me...
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Barefoot and Free: February 2013
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Sunday, February 17, 2013. To Do Or Not To Do. And so breeds resentment and frustration, which are nice words for passive anger that stews and simmers unbeknownst by me. The poisonous mixture seeps into my thoughts, leaving behind the stench of discontented complaining… like a virus really, contaminating the good and obscuring the sweetness that I know still lives beneath monotonous days. I thought , ‘I can’t finish this life! Monday, February 4, 2013. Ready or Not, Here I Come! Sunday, February 3, 2013.
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Barefoot and Free: April 2013
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Sunday, April 14, 2013. The Good Life Lie. The phrase “the good life,” whatever that unattainable concept meant, rolled around in my head a few minutes ago, mocking me for my faith in God. Where is this “good life,” Lord? This life isn’t. Good The circumstances around me and the world are not good. Father God, for the families of our Kaufman County DA, his wife, and his assistant, gunned down just weeks ago…they are left with fear, anger, and unimaginable, heart- rending grief. It sears clear t...For my ...
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Barefoot and Free: February 2014
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Wednesday, February 12, 2014. Call a Tow Truck Please. This morning I feel bound by the effects of fear in a way that mimics my dad’s own physical paralysis. I need to be able to go back to school to be licensed, but so much trauma from my childhood abuse breakdown is entangled like a knotted mess in and. Around my past nursing career. Now I can’t separate the two well enough to get an objective outlook of what I’m capable of. This morning my brain is being hammered. With a pounding, barrage of what if&#...
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Comical-Musings: November 2011
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Friday, November 18, 2011. The first reason that I have stepped away is that I recently realized that this blog was doing very little to impact the comic book industry as I hoped that it would. As many of you know, I listen to copious amounts of Ifanboy.com. The second reason for my absence and loss of the dream is that I don't technically need another creative outlet. I am a Youth Pastor at Redemption Church. So, as I end this post that many will not read, I want to say that:. 1 I did what I wanted and ...
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My Own Little Corner: I Turned 50 Today....
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My Own Little Corner. Saturday, January 09, 2010. I Turned 50 Today. I have turned 50 today, what are my gifts? I am married to a man I adore, and who I am certain truly loves me. not for who I was or who I will be but for simply who I am. I have a daughter in law who has been chosen for me specifically as a gift of love and encouragement. She loves me.She LOVES my son.but she loves her God the most. I sit under a Pastor I truly respect. I have relationships where the foundations are healthy and truthful.
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Barefoot and Free: April 2014
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Wednesday, April 9, 2014. A Time to Cry. I brought him home again, yesterday, minus about 17 pounds. So much has happened and there has been little time to process it. It’s not the kind of crying I want to do with people in and out of the room all day. So I stuffed it. I stuffed, crammed down, and glossed over all the horror of the last few weeks. And today I feel the effects of compacted trauma oozing out in sporadic tears, short tempers, and absolute fatigue. In fact I swear my brain is in a fog. Beggi...
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Barefoot and Free: The Sweetness of Suffering Long
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Wednesday, March 26, 2014. The Sweetness of Suffering Long. What an odd time to be pouring out my thoughts, or maybe not. Seems like it’s in the worst of times that the Lord allows my fingers to work through these tormenting, emotional knots. I’ve felt myself nearly checking out at times, and have blamed it on being short of sleep. But the last 24 hours I’ve had a word forcing itself to the forefront of my mind. Long-suffering is a fruit of the Spirit. My take on it is this:. I fret because things aren&#...
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Barefoot and Free: Battle Scarred Faith
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Sunday, March 23, 2014. This last week, Tommy and I’ve watch Luke struggle through horrible abdominal pain, nausea, and a 3 hour ER wait while vomiting in a trash can as strangers looked on. He chugged down contrast dye, vomiting multiple times before being wheeled off without us to get a CT scan. He was then whisked off to surgery with a hope of being pain free and leaving in the morning. Instead, he. Appendix reported to be 10-15 times normal size. Lord I thought, are you for real here? 8221; the thoug...
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Barefoot and Free: September 2013
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Thursday, September 19, 2013. Duct Taped and Holding. Last night I was bent over dad’s legs trying to fasten a wide elastic strap. It was a feeble attempt to keep his paralyzed leg from flopping sideways. Normally once mom gets him in his electric chair, she sticks this homemade paddle type device in a bracket that keeps his leg in place. After a long series of unrelated chaos the last week, though, mom was exhausted. He didn’t care about the packing, surgery, or mom’s need to sleep. I grabbed a dowel ro...
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