Tim and I have 90% of our conversations about religion in the car. Not sure why it happens that way, but when we’re heading somewhere is when, inevitably, the conversation turns to religion. Continue reading
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Soul food Saturday
Rejecting it all
When it comes to matters of faith, I feel like my brain is a bouncy castle perpetually occupied by a pack of rambunctious toddlers.
An unexpectedly blessed Christmas
I approached the Christmas season with a healthy amount of dread, as I have previously wrote about in this post. I planned on avoiding all family gatherings and had a great excuse because of the hours I was working the fact that I would need any time off to rest. But, as it often happens, things change. Continue reading
Where do we go from here?
Growing up, I was a witness to my parents bickering about religion.
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Calling Heaven
I never delve lightly into anything that interests me. I don’t take passing fancies to things, skimming the surface before moving along to the next thing that catches my eye. No, I’m one who immerses herself up to her elbows in the things that fascinates her. Continue reading
Unplanned confession
So I revealed my very secretive, super secret-y secret to my mom tonight purely by accident.
Still watching…
As I posted in my last post, I spent a large portion of Saturday watching most of the General Conference for The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints. Now, as a non-Mormon, I still can’t really explain why I watched General Conference. Continue reading
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