Stop the Ride I want to Get Off… Wait, Nevermind

Stop the Ride I want to Get Off… Wait, Nevermind 1

Stop the Ride I want to Get Off… Wait, Nevermind When our second oldest son, Luke was five, he had a best friend, Rebecca. The fair-haired duo sported wide eyes, toothless grins and belly laughs that left them breathless and delirious. The moment the two younglings were in each other’s midst they would laugh until…

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Astonishing Technique to Escape the Bondage of a Terror Mindset

Astonishing Technique to Escape the Bondage of a Terror Mindset 1

I am different, I am no longer in bondage to a terror mindset. And not different than the usual different, like my wayward “just the nougat” Snickers eating, fear of egg-salad and passionate partiality for all things Sharknado; but a different kind of different. I have peace. I have never had peace. This post will…

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Astonishing Technique to Escape the Bondage of a Terror Mindset

Astonishing Technique to Escape the Bondage of a Terror Mindset 1

I am different, I am no longer in bondage to a terror mindset. And not different than the usual different, like my wayward “just the nougat” Snickers eating, fear of egg-salad and passionate partiality for all things Sharknado; but a different kind of different. I have peace. I have never had peace. This post will…

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Tiny Hops of Hope: RARA LINK UP!

I watched with clenched fists and pounding heart. Our young foster son, only 17-months at the time wobbled on chubby little legs. The goose egg on his head was still protruding and very purple… and green and yellow. The day before while trying his hand at toddling, he had toddled face first off a two-inch…

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