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…everything can change. You go to bed living your life a certain way, just going through your day as if nothing can happen to you, and then… Wham! Everything changes. I mean, life-altering, earth-shattering, changes. Maybe your address changes, your loved one is gone forever, or you break up with someone. These changes, my friends,…
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Your short-term memory is fried. By that I mean you walk from the kitchen to the pantry and forget what you’re getting from the pantry. But that’s the minor leagues. I leave the house headed to Walgreens to pick up meds and forget what I’m there for. You sweat–a lot. Or maybe that’s just me?…
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Okay, I’m being a little dramatic. It’s actually only day 11 but who’s counting? Everyone. Everyone is counting. During this social distancing, stay inside order, quarantine; whatever you want to call it, I’ve really been inside my head. Like more than usual. I start each day with quiet time with the Lord where I read…
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Well, here we are. I slept in until 7:30. Washed my face, brushed my teeth, changed out of my sweat pants into new clean-ish sweat pants, did my Bible study, checked in on a friend, made some coffee, and now what. My streets are quiet. It’s weird. All the cars are tucked nicely in their…
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Anyone else super stressed right now? Between Friday the 13th, full moon, the last Friday before spring break, the Covid-19 virus, parent/teacher conferences coming up, cancelled field trips, and the toilet paper crisis, it’s a wonder any of us are sane. I’m trying to keep it all from affecting my attitude, but as I sit…
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Homelessness is real. Poverty is real. Hunger is real. Statistics show that on any given day there is between 6,000-10,000 homeless people in Missouri. This includes individuals, minors, and families. Thousands suffer from chronic homelessness and they are the ones we see living under bridges. Thankfully, I have been blessed and have never experienced homelessness…
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It’s that crazy time of year again. The time of year where I wrap up another school year-number seven to be exact. The time of year for Mother’s Day. The time of year where I remember my mom’s diagnosis of lung cancer. The time of year for her birthday. Happy Birthday, Mom. You would be…
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“Yesterday is history. Tomorrow is a mystery. Today is a gift; that’s why it’s called the present.” Funny how almost two decades ago that quote was my mantra. Probably because it was so philosophical. Ha! Yeah right! It was actually because I loved the play on words. (Insert geek face here.) My cousin and I…
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Dear Parents, It’s the end of a very long week for me. I not only taught your child, along with 25 other students, but I also stayed after and shared with you all the amazing things your child is doing in my class. I skipped potty breaks, dinner, and even forgot to worry about the…
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One moment you look at your day with satisfaction. The dishes are all clean, the laundry is so caught up there’s no more hangers, the dinner is simmering on the stove making everyone drool; it’s a perfect day. Maybe the windows are even open with the cool breeze and sunshine coming through. Your kids are…
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