He Waits

She wakes, stumbles downstairs, nothing in hand, clinging to the mug she sips coffee from.  And He waits… Kids clamor awake.  She pulls herself up from her slumbering state, feeding them, gets them ready for their day.  And He waits…. Bus comes.  Finally the house is silent. The demands of little hands aren’t there pulling at […]

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When Perfectionism Strikes. And 5 Minutes With God.

I have a confession to make. I know it’s true….simply because of the discomfort I feel.  As I spit out this unflattering, unChristlike, prideful rising truth…. “I am a perfectionist.” I often have this unsettled insistence that things be just perfect. In fact, when I was little….I used to go up and down the isles.  Aligning boxes […]

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