Why Test God? Finding an Alternative to Chemicals

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Cleaning out my cupboards — and my life — can feel so overwhelming! As I look around our house — the food in our cabinets, the stuff under our sink, the shelves over our washer — the enormity of what it means to live a more healthy lifestyle begins to sink in. What, get rid of all those bottles of (toxic) cleaners? Throw out my “Fragrant Cherry Blossom” lotion (possibly more toxins)? Can I really stop eating white flour and sugar? This sounds like crazy land to me.

But it’s not.

What’s crazy is to keep living in a way that could end up harming me and my family. Continue reading

Challenging Others Without Harassing Them — It’s a Learned Skill

After reading a few of my blog posts, you might fall under the impression that I just love controversy and look for it at every turn. What would it be like to meet me in real life? Would I constantly be badgering you to change your mind about birth control, modesty, headcovering, etc.? Would I be so irritating you might be tempted to flee for your life? Here’s a look at the real me, and what I’ve learned about how to get along with people . . . without bashing them over the head with the Bible. Continue reading

What I Wish I Would Have Known as a Younger Woman

It’s so easy to see it in other people’s lives: the foolish, naïve, senseless choices they make that will inevitably lead them down the path to destruction. But when I was an eighteen-year-old tasting independence for the first time, I couldn’t see past the immediate — and I didn’t want to.

If I could go back and have a heart-to-heart with my younger self, here are the insider’s-tips I would share: Continue reading

A Dream I Hold Dear

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In my last post, I talked about not letting your dreams die. Now, old dreams might change and have to be reinvented into new ones; but, the passion that fuels those dreams–both old and new–remains intact, and THAT is what we do not let go of. We simply redirect it into another conduit. Let me tell you about one of my dreams that has had to change, but which I refuse to give up on. Continue reading

A Dream on Fire

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When I first began to dream about my life, I imagined all sorts of daring scenarios. I envisioned myself as a heroine daring to live life on the edge for the sake of the truth. I saw myself at the forefront of the battle to turn hearts back to God: challenging, calling forth, aflame with passion and filled with the Spirit of God. Those dreams were like stars–bright pin-pricks of light in the dark unknown. I held them close to my heart and entrusted them to no one but God alone, Who was the only person who truly knew me. Eventually, I grew up and became “realistic.” The hot glitter of stars faded into a shimmery dust brushed up into the corners of my heart; still warm, but neglected.

I get the feeling, as I look into other people’s eyes, that maybe some of them neglected their dreams, too. Maybe they never even had them. And that is something that, while they might be able to accept it for themselves, I am not okay with for myself.

Dreams can change, and that’s alright; they can be rearranged into new patterns, fresh designs. But, they must never be left to smolder in the corners. I wonder what would happen if we left them there too long–would they burn out, go cold as if they had never existed in the first place? Would they then return to the One Who had made them, crackly-new and unused? What a waste, to have the chance to do something incredible with your life, and instead, to borrow other people’s mediocre dreams, to live as copies of them, and not ever give yourself the chance to see what a dream on fire might mean.