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too much | becoming Real
https://thismagiccalledreal.wordpress.com/2008/06/20/too-much
A bruised reed he will not break, and a smoldering wick he will not snuff out. June 20, 2008. I can’t live anymore without dying. If i die i don’t know how i’ll live. And the sparrows fly high and the lilies grow tall. And i sit and pretend i am deaf. I know you won’t play this game with me. I pretend that you’re here all the same. Then i ask why you’re gone and pretend that you’re wrong when you say you’ve been calling my name. You ask too much. You ask too much. You ask too much when you ask for it all.
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September | 2008 | becoming Real
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A bruised reed he will not break, and a smoldering wick he will not snuff out. My fake boyfriend, or why i should have listened to what my mother always said about telling white lies. September 8, 2008. So at some point in their lives, I think that many women have probably lied about having a boyfriend. You’re in an awkward situation, somebody you would rather not have ask you out is asking you out, and you panic. I already have a boyfriend! Co-worker: Do you have a boyfriend? I swear it was harmless!
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June | 2008 | becoming Real
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A bruised reed he will not break, and a smoldering wick he will not snuff out. Death of an evangelical. June 22, 2008. Does anyone else feel a bit foolish for claiming this as the meaning of life? As Don Miller so aptly put it, as if Christians were like that Star Trek fan who has not yet realized that the show is not real? Come on. An invisible force from within the earth that draws us all to the ground so that we don’t float off into outer space? I smiled at memories of her while tears started to make ...
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kibroth hattaavah | becoming Real
https://thismagiccalledreal.wordpress.com/2009/02/08/kibroth-hattaavah-2
A bruised reed he will not break, and a smoldering wick he will not snuff out. February 8, 2009. We take up our post as gravedigger. As we watch for the wind to bring more. We stare at the sky. Even as our food blankets the floor. We have all we need. But we beg and we plead. To be sold into slavery again. Our hands full of bread. We would rather be dead. Our graves of craving. 2 Responses to “kibroth hattaavah”. February 21, 2009 at 8:29 pm. Wow Well expressed and absolutely true. Enter your comment here.
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come. | becoming Real
https://thismagiccalledreal.wordpress.com/2008/04/05/come
A bruised reed he will not break, and a smoldering wick he will not snuff out. April 5, 2008. It’s been over a month since I have been in church. But today was the day. Today, I went to church. I got all the way to the parking lot. And then, after this valiant attempt, I made my roommate get out of the car and go in without me. When I lifted my head, the beginning of Isaiah 55 caught my eye:. 8220;Come, all you who are thirsty,. Come to the waters;. And you who have no money,. Come, buy and eat! I’...
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death of an evangelical | becoming Real
https://thismagiccalledreal.wordpress.com/2008/06/22/death-of-an-evangelical
A bruised reed he will not break, and a smoldering wick he will not snuff out. Death of an evangelical. June 22, 2008. Does anyone else feel a bit foolish for claiming this as the meaning of life? As Don Miller so aptly put it, as if Christians were like that Star Trek fan who has not yet realized that the show is not real? Come on. An invisible force from within the earth that draws us all to the ground so that we don’t float off into outer space? I smiled at memories of her while tears started to make ...
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sharing life. the best is yet to be… | becoming Real
https://thismagiccalledreal.wordpress.com/2013/01/06/sharing-life-the-best-is-yet-to-be
A bruised reed he will not break, and a smoldering wick he will not snuff out. Sharing life. the best is yet to be…. January 6, 2013. After a couple of years of figuring out my writing and the best way to share it, I’ve combined the two blogs that I’ve kept- this one, and a blog dedicated to travel stories. I am hoping to continue writing, even if sporadically, so if you’d like to follow along, you can find me at batteredsuitcases.wordpress.com. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here.
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April | 2008 | becoming Real
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A bruised reed he will not break, and a smoldering wick he will not snuff out. What does hope look like in the dark? April 7, 2008. Today one of the homeless mothers I work with had a breakdown. Sobbing in my office, confessing that she had thoughts of hurting herself, hurting her children, relapsing to make it go away. Feeling alone and unable to take care of all that was hers to care for. I wish this innocent, sweet baby with his impossibly contagious smile had something different to wake up to. Bu...
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what does hope look like in the dark? | becoming Real
https://thismagiccalledreal.wordpress.com/2008/04/07/what-does-hope-look-like-in-the-dark
A bruised reed he will not break, and a smoldering wick he will not snuff out. What does hope look like in the dark? April 7, 2008. Today one of the homeless mothers I work with had a breakdown. Sobbing in my office, confessing that she had thoughts of hurting herself, hurting her children, relapsing to make it go away. Feeling alone and unable to take care of all that was hers to care for. I wish this innocent, sweet baby with his impossibly contagious smile had something different to wake up to. Bu...
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Death and The Savages | Bobby Rhodes' Blog
https://bobbyrhodes.wordpress.com/2008/09/27/death-and-the-savages
Bobby Rhodes’ Blog. The best I can do. A Reason to Blog? Genesis 1 – Fall 2008. A Biblical Theological interaction with “Joseph and Potiphar’s Wife” →. Death and The Savages. September 27, 2008. I think the movie. This film is a great one for examining the human condition and coping mechanisms and living up to expectations, etc.]. Does how we talk about death reveal what we think about it? NT Wright’s book, Surprised By Hope. Tackles some of these ideas). Can we handle talking about the reality of death?
