Oh my, it's been so long since I've written for this blog! I've been thinking about it for weeks and weeks, telling myself I must get back to it. But life right now feels like a car racing down the highway with no brakes- I hang on to the steering wheel for dear life and hope to God I find some way to get out.
I try to maintain control, but there is always some new variation in the road: a change in the work schedule, a health challenge, upheaval at church. I think, if I can get past these bumps, get back to "normal", I will be able to do the things I really want to do. I will write, catch up with family, connect with my husband, and above all spend time with God. At 35, I still have this unrealistic expectation that if I can just get through this week, get through this to-do list, I will be able to bring more balance to my life. The fact is, however, I'm always putting off the things that bring joy and meaning in order to finish dishes, prepare lunches, and do laundry. Of course these things have to be done... but the things that matter should have priority. Should in many cases be done first- and if the dishes don't get done that night, so be it.
I wrote this poem recently:
Get groceries.
Clean the apartment.
Call your grandmother.
Have sex with your husband.
Be a good person.
I did it all.
I accomplished.
I succeeded.
I felt a measure of satisfaction
but no joy.
Maybe life is not a checklist-
or just some tasks to perform.
On this journey
it is largely unknown
what shall be.
But that's the point:
to discover,
to let some things go,
to be a be-er of life
not a do-er only.
I'm determined to learn to live out that last stanza. And that's why instead of cleaning the guest bathroom (which hasn't been used since the last time I cleaned it) I sat down at the computer to write a new blog post. Victory! A small one, but a victory nonetheless...
Stay tuned.
Saturday, October 20, 2012
Sunday, July 1, 2012
Hell, Part II
Whatever its nature, the reality of Hell should make us supremely uncomfortable- in the sense that we ought to be very uncomfortable with the idea of anyone ending up there. It must push us to share our faith.
I have always admired bold people like my dad, who will ask the fast food worker at the drive through, "Do you know Jesus?" He is direct, simple, and humorous in his approach. He will tell anybody "Jesus loves you!", and I like that. Then there are the brainiacs who are into apologetics and can debate those who are more resistant. Others can simply listen and offer a prayer that melts a heart of stone. Some live lives of such consistency of character that people are drawn to them, while others share what Jesus has done for them in powerful ways.
Since reading Erasing Hell I find myself thinking more and more about those who do not yet know God. I wonder, how can I reach out to the lost? I'm not naturally a bold personality and I don't process ideas fast enough to debate; sometimes I get tongue-tied in prayer and I don't really like talking about myself either. I don't like confrontation, I don't want to offend, I don't want to stir up the pot, I don't want to be rejected, and above all I don't want to make a fool of myself. Ask me about my faith and I'll tell you anything, but to extend myself, to go up to someone and ask her about her relationship with God? That has my stomach in knots and my mouth running dry. Wait- what was that God? It's not about me? : )
What I am finally learning (after 35 years!) is that the key is love. Duh, right? But I'm realizing how poor and small and selfish my "love" can be. If I can learn to love people as God loves them, then I will care less about making a fool of myself and care more about people coming to know God. As I journey on the road towards real, unselfish, unconditional love, I notice that I am becoming more bold and compassionate. And being the analytical, performance-oriented person that I am, I have to keep reminding myself that there is no formula, there is no grade... it's all a process. And the goal is to know Christ and to make Him known.
I have always admired bold people like my dad, who will ask the fast food worker at the drive through, "Do you know Jesus?" He is direct, simple, and humorous in his approach. He will tell anybody "Jesus loves you!", and I like that. Then there are the brainiacs who are into apologetics and can debate those who are more resistant. Others can simply listen and offer a prayer that melts a heart of stone. Some live lives of such consistency of character that people are drawn to them, while others share what Jesus has done for them in powerful ways.
Since reading Erasing Hell I find myself thinking more and more about those who do not yet know God. I wonder, how can I reach out to the lost? I'm not naturally a bold personality and I don't process ideas fast enough to debate; sometimes I get tongue-tied in prayer and I don't really like talking about myself either. I don't like confrontation, I don't want to offend, I don't want to stir up the pot, I don't want to be rejected, and above all I don't want to make a fool of myself. Ask me about my faith and I'll tell you anything, but to extend myself, to go up to someone and ask her about her relationship with God? That has my stomach in knots and my mouth running dry. Wait- what was that God? It's not about me? : )
What I am finally learning (after 35 years!) is that the key is love. Duh, right? But I'm realizing how poor and small and selfish my "love" can be. If I can learn to love people as God loves them, then I will care less about making a fool of myself and care more about people coming to know God. As I journey on the road towards real, unselfish, unconditional love, I notice that I am becoming more bold and compassionate. And being the analytical, performance-oriented person that I am, I have to keep reminding myself that there is no formula, there is no grade... it's all a process. And the goal is to know Christ and to make Him known.
Tuesday, May 29, 2012
Hell - What do I believe?
A few weeks ago I wrote about Heaven and the wonderful book I read of the same name by Randy Alcorn. While I was reading that book, I naturally started thinking about the other eternal destination. Somehow I got the idea to text a few of my close friends a simple question: Do you think there will be more people in Heaven or in Hell?
It gave me pause, and I examined my own beliefs- or lack thereof. The doctrine of Hell has troubled me in the past, and I tended to push the uncomfortable questions aside to think about the more pleasant aspects of my faith (such as Heaven!). I had never really settled the issue in my mind- not the existence of Hell (to my mind Jesus and the scriptures are very clear on that point), but the nature of Hell. Is punishment really eternal? Are there levels of punishment in Hell as there are levels of reward in Heaven? Is the Lake of Fire a literal place? I don't mind that lake so much for Satan and his angels, but for people? And are most people going to end up there?
A friend and my pastor recommended that I read Erasing Hell by Francis Chan and Preston Sprinkle, and I promptly went to the library, checked it out, and read it in one afternoon. Chan combines scripture with extensive cultural research in a way that is wonderfully simple yet insightful. The book merely confirmed my longstanding belief that Hell is real, but it also impacted me in two other ways.
What Erasing Hell showed me is that I often try to fit God into my human reasoning. When I think to myself, "How could God...I wouldn't do that...God can't really be that way...." I am revealing the ugly belief that my way is better. I am treading dangerous ground by trying to remake Him in my own image. Chan reminded me to go back to the God of scripture who is good, holy, merciful, and just. His ways are not my ways, His thoughts are not my thoughts. They are higher, perfect, beyond what I can fully comprehend. He is the Potter, I am the clay; He is my Father and Creator. Even if the answers to my questions about Hell are not the answers I would like, I believe that God is who He says He is and is therefore worthy of my trust.
Not that we shouldn't ask those questions... we should talk to God, tell him how we think and feel, ask for wisdom and understanding. Rather than having inner conversations with ourselves about how we would do things differently (or better), we should go to God and ask Him about the things that trouble us, whether it be Hell, suffering, or social injustice. Our intimacy with Him is built as we pour out our hearts and He reveals more and more of Himself to us.
Chan addresses many of my questions about the nature of Hell in his book, but few if any have definite answers. What the book did do for me is reset my focus on God's sovereignty and goodness. Instead of thinking, "God can't really be that way, that doesn't make sense," I am praying (at least more than I used to), "God, you are God, so what you do is right. Help me to understand you more. Give me insight into your character."
As for my initial question: I could be wrong, but I believe there will be more people in Heaven than in Hell. I believe God's grace extends farther and His mercy goes deeper than we know. "God can save whomever He wants, however He wants, but He always does so through the one avenue He Himself paved: His Son Jesus Christ" (Chan 160). That quotation leads to the second impact of the book for me... but it will have to wait for the next post!
It gave me pause, and I examined my own beliefs- or lack thereof. The doctrine of Hell has troubled me in the past, and I tended to push the uncomfortable questions aside to think about the more pleasant aspects of my faith (such as Heaven!). I had never really settled the issue in my mind- not the existence of Hell (to my mind Jesus and the scriptures are very clear on that point), but the nature of Hell. Is punishment really eternal? Are there levels of punishment in Hell as there are levels of reward in Heaven? Is the Lake of Fire a literal place? I don't mind that lake so much for Satan and his angels, but for people? And are most people going to end up there?
A friend and my pastor recommended that I read Erasing Hell by Francis Chan and Preston Sprinkle, and I promptly went to the library, checked it out, and read it in one afternoon. Chan combines scripture with extensive cultural research in a way that is wonderfully simple yet insightful. The book merely confirmed my longstanding belief that Hell is real, but it also impacted me in two other ways.
What Erasing Hell showed me is that I often try to fit God into my human reasoning. When I think to myself, "How could God...I wouldn't do that...God can't really be that way...." I am revealing the ugly belief that my way is better. I am treading dangerous ground by trying to remake Him in my own image. Chan reminded me to go back to the God of scripture who is good, holy, merciful, and just. His ways are not my ways, His thoughts are not my thoughts. They are higher, perfect, beyond what I can fully comprehend. He is the Potter, I am the clay; He is my Father and Creator. Even if the answers to my questions about Hell are not the answers I would like, I believe that God is who He says He is and is therefore worthy of my trust.
Not that we shouldn't ask those questions... we should talk to God, tell him how we think and feel, ask for wisdom and understanding. Rather than having inner conversations with ourselves about how we would do things differently (or better), we should go to God and ask Him about the things that trouble us, whether it be Hell, suffering, or social injustice. Our intimacy with Him is built as we pour out our hearts and He reveals more and more of Himself to us.
Chan addresses many of my questions about the nature of Hell in his book, but few if any have definite answers. What the book did do for me is reset my focus on God's sovereignty and goodness. Instead of thinking, "God can't really be that way, that doesn't make sense," I am praying (at least more than I used to), "God, you are God, so what you do is right. Help me to understand you more. Give me insight into your character."
As for my initial question: I could be wrong, but I believe there will be more people in Heaven than in Hell. I believe God's grace extends farther and His mercy goes deeper than we know. "God can save whomever He wants, however He wants, but He always does so through the one avenue He Himself paved: His Son Jesus Christ" (Chan 160). That quotation leads to the second impact of the book for me... but it will have to wait for the next post!
Saturday, May 19, 2012
People need People
Will any one out there admit to liking that classic Barbra Streisand song, "People"? I will! My mom used to sing it a lot... "People, people who need people, are the luckiest people in the world." It's actually a profound statement.
There came a time in my life where I realized I wanted- and needed- friends. I was in college. I had many superficial relationships with people that I didn't have much in common with, and I knew there had to be more. I had heard about and seen best friends interact, but hadn't experienced it for myself (I am not counting the grade school/middle school best friends who made me sign a contract stating that I was in fact their best friend). So I started praying... and praying... and praying. "Lord, I would really like to have a best friend, someone I can really count on and trust; a kindred spirit, someone who gets me and accepts me for who I am..." Something like that anyway.
Several years later, after I left California and moved to Ohio, I found a church. And that church had a basketball team with some cute guys on it. One day I went to a game and finally met my best friend.
I wish I could remember all the ins and outs, all the events that created our relationship. Our first time hanging out was at Don Pablos, I do remember that! Since then we have had many fun moments centered around food. Once we ate ourselves into severe stomach pain at P.F. Changs, and I can't count the late night trips to Dairy Queen and Coldstone Creamery. We had a love affair with food alright. We shared a love of food, and now we share a commitment to eat right and stay healthy.
I remember this this one service where everyone was running around the church while the band played classic "shoutin'" music; she said she felt the Lord told her to change direction and she did- and ran smack into me! We went flying to the floor, laughing hysterically: we always did have a spiritual connection (ha!). Once we decided to fast TV together for a month; since then, we have tried to push each other and encourage each other in the things of God.
Then there was our mission trip to Jamaica- we sat in our hotel room during a hurricane and wrote about the kind of spouses we want. And so many other memories- talking every day the summer she went to Alabama and I had just lost my fiance; me forcing her to ride the Maverick at Cedar Point (even though she cried); throwing all those great parties for each other and our friends; her gently and persistently telling me that a certain guy was wrong for me even though I didn't want to hear it...
I needed her, and I still do. And not just for the food and the fun and the talking, but because she tells me truth. Because she pushes me to be a better person.
Have you noticed that there are not a lot of people out there who know how to be a good friend? Have you noticed that most people tend to take and not give. They talk mostly about themselves, and they get uncomfortable and disappear when things get rough for you. But my BFF- she listens. She gives. She cares. She's there. As Barbra sang so beautifully, we all need people- people like my friend.
If you have a person like this in your life- celebrate them, take care of that relationship, and thank God always for His gift. If you don't, pray and believe that the Lord will grant your wish, though it may take some time.
Why this blog now? My best friend's birthday was Wednesday, and I forgot. This is my way of celebrating her- and apologizing for my EPIC FAILURE!
Happy birthday, BFF! Luv ya!
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There came a time in my life where I realized I wanted- and needed- friends. I was in college. I had many superficial relationships with people that I didn't have much in common with, and I knew there had to be more. I had heard about and seen best friends interact, but hadn't experienced it for myself (I am not counting the grade school/middle school best friends who made me sign a contract stating that I was in fact their best friend). So I started praying... and praying... and praying. "Lord, I would really like to have a best friend, someone I can really count on and trust; a kindred spirit, someone who gets me and accepts me for who I am..." Something like that anyway.
Several years later, after I left California and moved to Ohio, I found a church. And that church had a basketball team with some cute guys on it. One day I went to a game and finally met my best friend.
I wish I could remember all the ins and outs, all the events that created our relationship. Our first time hanging out was at Don Pablos, I do remember that! Since then we have had many fun moments centered around food. Once we ate ourselves into severe stomach pain at P.F. Changs, and I can't count the late night trips to Dairy Queen and Coldstone Creamery. We had a love affair with food alright. We shared a love of food, and now we share a commitment to eat right and stay healthy.
I remember this this one service where everyone was running around the church while the band played classic "shoutin'" music; she said she felt the Lord told her to change direction and she did- and ran smack into me! We went flying to the floor, laughing hysterically: we always did have a spiritual connection (ha!). Once we decided to fast TV together for a month; since then, we have tried to push each other and encourage each other in the things of God.
Then there was our mission trip to Jamaica- we sat in our hotel room during a hurricane and wrote about the kind of spouses we want. And so many other memories- talking every day the summer she went to Alabama and I had just lost my fiance; me forcing her to ride the Maverick at Cedar Point (even though she cried); throwing all those great parties for each other and our friends; her gently and persistently telling me that a certain guy was wrong for me even though I didn't want to hear it...
I needed her, and I still do. And not just for the food and the fun and the talking, but because she tells me truth. Because she pushes me to be a better person.
Have you noticed that there are not a lot of people out there who know how to be a good friend? Have you noticed that most people tend to take and not give. They talk mostly about themselves, and they get uncomfortable and disappear when things get rough for you. But my BFF- she listens. She gives. She cares. She's there. As Barbra sang so beautifully, we all need people- people like my friend.
If you have a person like this in your life- celebrate them, take care of that relationship, and thank God always for His gift. If you don't, pray and believe that the Lord will grant your wish, though it may take some time.
Why this blog now? My best friend's birthday was Wednesday, and I forgot. This is my way of celebrating her- and apologizing for my EPIC FAILURE!
Happy birthday, BFF! Luv ya!
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Saturday, April 21, 2012
Heaven, part two
Ok- I read (in some cases reread) three or four books about Heaven, and I'm going to share some of my own random musings about the afterlife. Most were inspired, as I mention in the last post, by Randy Alcorn's book Heaven.
The prophet Isaiah said that "of the increase of his government there will be no end." This scripture along with others indicate that we will rule and reign with Christ in the coming age. This speaks to me of satisfying, fulfilling work. I'll finally have the perfect job for me, one that I will never get tired of and will always be excited to do! We won't be lazing around on clouds, playing harps. We will have meaningful work to do on earth and throughout the universe. Yeah, I know I'm obsessed with science fiction, but God did create an entire universe. It's not so far-fetched to believe that His rule will go from planet to planet and galaxy to galaxy, and that we will be the ones to spread His kingdom to the far reaches. Alright, I'll admit it. I want my own planet!
In Revelation John describes the New Jerusalem, a city that stretches 1500 miles in all directions, coming down out of Heaven to the New Earth. John and other prophets speak of nations and tribes bringing their treasures to the heavenly city. Alcorn argues that a city and nations and tribes suggest that culture and civilization will continue in the new age- music, art, athletics and technology. And food. I can't forget about the food! Oh yes, we will eat in Heaven!
Alcorn also believes that we will still be finite beings; we won't instantaneously know everything and be able to do everything perfectly. Thus, learning and achievement will continue as well- and this is what excites me the most.
You know those deep down crazy dreams you have? The ones that seem so silly you don't want to say them out loud? I think that some of those dreams were planted within us by God, only to bloom in the afterlife. I know there are those who believe we can make our dreams a reality in this life. That if we confess and believe and think positive thoughts and do x, y, and z correctly we can make it happen, or God will make it happen for us. Some believe that every promise of God is available to everyone on this earth. And for some maybe that is the case, but I believe that some dreams, some promises will only manifest in the perfect age. God truly is saving the best for last. I've always wanted to be a ballerina. But I was born with flat feet and a turned in leg. I wore a brace to correct my twisted leg, but I will never be a dancer. In Heaven, though, I believe I will be. I really think I will be. And not just magically or instantaneously, but through study and practice.
I've always wanted to be a winner. I've always wanted to develop a skill or talent to the point where I win the top award for that area. My best friend will tell you that I am always watching the Olympics, or a sporting event, or an awards show and shouting, "I want to win an Olympic gold medal! I want to win an NBA title! I want to win an Oscar!" even though I've never played a sport in my life and have never been in a movie. I even want to dot the i in script Ohio (Ohio State alumni are with me)! I just have a deep desire to excel, and I think that in Heaven I will be able to pursue my interests and passions throughout eternity- and it may take me that long to get good at gymnastics.
Reading the Bible and other books about Heaven has given me so much comfort during tough times. I encourage you to do the same. Of course, start with God's Word, the final authority, and in addition to Alcorn's book check out A Divine Revelation of Heaven (Baxter) and Heaven is for Real (Burpo).
The prophet Isaiah said that "of the increase of his government there will be no end." This scripture along with others indicate that we will rule and reign with Christ in the coming age. This speaks to me of satisfying, fulfilling work. I'll finally have the perfect job for me, one that I will never get tired of and will always be excited to do! We won't be lazing around on clouds, playing harps. We will have meaningful work to do on earth and throughout the universe. Yeah, I know I'm obsessed with science fiction, but God did create an entire universe. It's not so far-fetched to believe that His rule will go from planet to planet and galaxy to galaxy, and that we will be the ones to spread His kingdom to the far reaches. Alright, I'll admit it. I want my own planet!
In Revelation John describes the New Jerusalem, a city that stretches 1500 miles in all directions, coming down out of Heaven to the New Earth. John and other prophets speak of nations and tribes bringing their treasures to the heavenly city. Alcorn argues that a city and nations and tribes suggest that culture and civilization will continue in the new age- music, art, athletics and technology. And food. I can't forget about the food! Oh yes, we will eat in Heaven!
Alcorn also believes that we will still be finite beings; we won't instantaneously know everything and be able to do everything perfectly. Thus, learning and achievement will continue as well- and this is what excites me the most.
You know those deep down crazy dreams you have? The ones that seem so silly you don't want to say them out loud? I think that some of those dreams were planted within us by God, only to bloom in the afterlife. I know there are those who believe we can make our dreams a reality in this life. That if we confess and believe and think positive thoughts and do x, y, and z correctly we can make it happen, or God will make it happen for us. Some believe that every promise of God is available to everyone on this earth. And for some maybe that is the case, but I believe that some dreams, some promises will only manifest in the perfect age. God truly is saving the best for last. I've always wanted to be a ballerina. But I was born with flat feet and a turned in leg. I wore a brace to correct my twisted leg, but I will never be a dancer. In Heaven, though, I believe I will be. I really think I will be. And not just magically or instantaneously, but through study and practice.
I've always wanted to be a winner. I've always wanted to develop a skill or talent to the point where I win the top award for that area. My best friend will tell you that I am always watching the Olympics, or a sporting event, or an awards show and shouting, "I want to win an Olympic gold medal! I want to win an NBA title! I want to win an Oscar!" even though I've never played a sport in my life and have never been in a movie. I even want to dot the i in script Ohio (Ohio State alumni are with me)! I just have a deep desire to excel, and I think that in Heaven I will be able to pursue my interests and passions throughout eternity- and it may take me that long to get good at gymnastics.
Reading the Bible and other books about Heaven has given me so much comfort during tough times. I encourage you to do the same. Of course, start with God's Word, the final authority, and in addition to Alcorn's book check out A Divine Revelation of Heaven (Baxter) and Heaven is for Real (Burpo).
Saturday, February 11, 2012
Heaven
I'm one of the many people who secretly harbored the belief that heaven will be boring. I've caught myself a few times thinking, "At least it will be better than hell..." It was a subject I never thought about studying, really.
Then a few years ago I read Randy Alcorn's book Heaven. Oh my, that was a life-changing book. It opened my mind to lines of thought I had never pursued. I encourage everyone to read what's out there on the subject of Heaven- but, as always, weigh it against the word of God.
One of my problems with Heaven was wrapping my mind around the idea of eternity. I used to think that after God wrapped things up in this creation, we would exist in timelessness, in the everlasting NOW. If we don't FEEL time passing, we can't get bored, right? I figured we would simply be in God's presence, experiencing Him. And since he is God, after all, that wouldn't be a bad thing. But if I'm being honest, that idea was kind of hard to get excited about because it is so outside my reference. Yes, there have been tastes, glimpses in church services, in certain prayer or worship times... and being in His presence is so good. When I would think about heaven, thought, I would actually feel a little sad sometimes; I would mourn the loss of some things of this life- taking hikes, eating good food, studying a language, reading a good book, etc.
After reading the book and examining the scripture, I believe I was wrong, and I am now so excited about Heaven! I'm going to reread some of the classic books about Heaven and you will be seeing more posts about this topic. Stay tuned! In the meantime, consider your own beliefs about Heaven... and how they match up with the Bible.
Then a few years ago I read Randy Alcorn's book Heaven. Oh my, that was a life-changing book. It opened my mind to lines of thought I had never pursued. I encourage everyone to read what's out there on the subject of Heaven- but, as always, weigh it against the word of God.
One of my problems with Heaven was wrapping my mind around the idea of eternity. I used to think that after God wrapped things up in this creation, we would exist in timelessness, in the everlasting NOW. If we don't FEEL time passing, we can't get bored, right? I figured we would simply be in God's presence, experiencing Him. And since he is God, after all, that wouldn't be a bad thing. But if I'm being honest, that idea was kind of hard to get excited about because it is so outside my reference. Yes, there have been tastes, glimpses in church services, in certain prayer or worship times... and being in His presence is so good. When I would think about heaven, thought, I would actually feel a little sad sometimes; I would mourn the loss of some things of this life- taking hikes, eating good food, studying a language, reading a good book, etc.
After reading the book and examining the scripture, I believe I was wrong, and I am now so excited about Heaven! I'm going to reread some of the classic books about Heaven and you will be seeing more posts about this topic. Stay tuned! In the meantime, consider your own beliefs about Heaven... and how they match up with the Bible.
Saturday, February 4, 2012
The Beginning
I'm letting the writer inside of me express herself again.
As a child and teenager, I wrote poems and short stories- romance, mysteries, silly rhymes, all kinds of things. In college I majored in English and took several creative writing classes. Then, when I became a high school English teacher and taught creative writing, I made myself do all the assignments I asked my students to do- it seemed only fair.When my fiance broke up with me six weeks before the wedding, I taught myself to play the guitar and started writing songs to help myself work through the pain.
But in the last few years I haven't written very much, even though person after person has told me I should write- including my husband. I stopped seeing myself as a writer.
There is so much in my head- I am introverted, melancholy, and a voracious reader- and I know I need to get it out of there and onto the screen. Maybe then I will sleep better, process my emotions better, and make room in my brain for divine downloads.
These posts will be my musings- pondering, ruminations, thoughts on love, life, God, whatever.
I am excited about this beginning.
As a child and teenager, I wrote poems and short stories- romance, mysteries, silly rhymes, all kinds of things. In college I majored in English and took several creative writing classes. Then, when I became a high school English teacher and taught creative writing, I made myself do all the assignments I asked my students to do- it seemed only fair.When my fiance broke up with me six weeks before the wedding, I taught myself to play the guitar and started writing songs to help myself work through the pain.
But in the last few years I haven't written very much, even though person after person has told me I should write- including my husband. I stopped seeing myself as a writer.
There is so much in my head- I am introverted, melancholy, and a voracious reader- and I know I need to get it out of there and onto the screen. Maybe then I will sleep better, process my emotions better, and make room in my brain for divine downloads.
These posts will be my musings- pondering, ruminations, thoughts on love, life, God, whatever.
I am excited about this beginning.
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