A common saying is, “Hold onto hope,” but I can’t. The concept seems nebulous; it lacks foundation; I have nothing upon which to rest. Such hope sputters. It flickers in and out of being and disappears when looked at directly. It is no hope at all.
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Speak the Truth in Love
“Lies are the fig leaves we have sewn for ourselves.” — Halim Suh, The Austin Stone
How to Manage the Holidays when You’re a Workaholic
Rest doesn’t come naturally to me. If I were a bird, I might be a hummingbird. Almost always in motion, almost always seeking the next bloom, almost always working, working, working.
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The Approval Gods
Perfect love casts out fear. It also casts out the need to prove my worth. Worth isn’t found in performance and approval. It’s found in resting, in being.
Six Things Readers Need: Facts
I’ve been thinking about the CarFax commercials. A customer enters the used-car lot and begins to look at automobiles. A salesperson approaches and, in the stereotypical, sleazy manner, tries to woo or strong-arm the customer into purchasing a vehicle. The customer pauses; the CarFax fox appears; and the customer leaves because the salesperson refuses to show the customer the facts about the vehicle.