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    I’m off to zumba to my hearts content. I’m always awkward about going to the gym though.  sometimes I feel like it’s a fashion show. I  mean who has time to impress folks when you’re sweating puddles?

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    Mountain Moving Power

    Things aren’t currently as great as they were.  However, this isn’t a precursor to depression.  I”m just left in current state of confusion.    The devil has a way of trying to trip you up when you work so hard on exercising your faith.   I feel like the current curveballs are just a test of my true mettle.    However, I will not falter. or at least I’ll try not to.    I won’t go into just how grave our situation is because there’s a part of me that’s embarassed by it.   I am the kind of person who doesn’t’ really like to discuss my financial pitfalls because I was reared in a…

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    Without God Life Makes no Sense

    “In my twenty-seventh year, while riding the metro in Leningrad (now St. Petersburg) I was overcome with a despair so great that life seemed to stop at once, preempting the future entirely, let alone any meaning. Suddenly, all by itself, a phrase appeared: Without God life makes no sense. Repeating it in astonishment, I rode the phrase up like a moving staircase, got out of the metro and walked into God’s light.” Warren, Rick (2008-09-02). The Purpose Driven Life: What on Earth Am I Here For? (p. 21). Zondervan. Kindle Edition.       Have you ever come to the disheartening realization that your life is nothing but a series…

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    Death is Only the Beginning

    I was reading 1 Corinthians Chapter 15 and In the first few verses I believe Paul depicted his faith and belief in the death and resurrection of Christ. Also corroborating this fact with the sightings as told to him by his predecessors and based also upon his own witness of Christ (on the road to Damascus to persecute the believers).  He states in the first few chapters that those who had seen Christ rise from the dead were still also among the living.   He goes on to discuss the growing unrest and disbelief amongst the believers of Christ who were under the impression resurrection was impossible.  In his rebuttal, he…

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    church this morning

    tears are the pop off valves of the soul. when the pressures of life weigh heavy upon us sometimes it’s alright to shed a tear because those tears relieve pressure it’s alright to cry but don’t cry as if you have no hope but cry with a degree of certainty that one day Jesus is able to wipe all tears from our eyes   Our loss is heavens gain                                                   – Pastor Arthur Jakcson

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    The Purpose Driven Life

    I woke up this morning and I read some scripture and read my bible plans.  I read from this book also.  The book is called  “The Purpose Driven Life”.   But I topped it all off with an argument via text with Terique.   He broached a valid point to me and rather than admit he was right I chose to argue.  I mean I did see holes in his theory but that was the wrong time to broach that.   So I fought him tooth and nail until I finally realized I was back in that Rut again.   I have a problem with being wrong.   Better yet I have a problem with…

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    His Dark Passenger

    He is becoming unraveled.  I’m starting to think that what he doesn’t need is a girlfriend.  What he does need is professional help (or an exorcist).  There was a point in my life when I couldn’t live without him.  But now I don’t know.  I was ready to leave again last night.  Lately I’ve been thinking that I’m not quite cut out for relationships or marriage.  He once represented my picket fence dream.  But now he represents a life in bondage.  A simple gesture might set him off.  What happens then?  will he kill me?

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    Homage to the Anomaly

    Where am I in my relationship with God?  Have I developed another Stronghold?  Could it be that my captor is me?  I’m at a stalemate.  I’m standing at a junction facing too many forks in the road, not knowing which option to take.  I am trying to please everybody and yet I can please no one.   it feels so much like I’m under pressure. under the Gun expected to meet certain criteria. so much so that I forgot what being me was about.  I can’t place blame.  I’m too old for the blame game.  but how do I resolve it without finding the source and eradicating it.   just another of…