I walked in with an attitude every day. Every. Single. Day. I hated the class. None of my friends were in it. Not one person from my circle of comrades. The class next door…
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“Please, ‘ttention – ‘ttention, please.” My two-year old rocked back and forth holding my bookmark like a microphone, politely asking for my “attention.” I grinned at her, continuing to the fridge to refill her…
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Do you think President Obama ever gets tired? If so, where does he lean? Join me today at the Presidential Prayer Team where I’m talking about a lifetime of leaning. Click HERE to read…
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Pages flipped behind me as I tried to listen to the preacher. Flip. Flip. Flip. It was rhythmic. My concentration paused as I waited for it to stop. A second of silence and then……
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I cooked this dinner. Why is it that I have to clean it up, too? I grumbled to myself as I rinsed chicken bits and peas down the disposal. I turned to grab the…