Iām going to be honest here. Iām angry. Yes, Iām sad. Yes, my heart breaks for Charlie Kirkās family, his friends, and every person who admired the fire in his voice. But underneath that sadness is something else...anger. Not the kind that eats you alive, but the kind that wakes you up. Because Charlieās voice …
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There are days when hope feels like a slippery bar of soap in the shower. You reach for it, but it squirts across the room and hides behind the shampoo bottle. And all you can do is sit thereādripping wet, eyes stinging, unsure if it's even worth trying again. If thatās where you are right …
Well well well, look who made it to Friday. Barely. But we're here. Lip gloss slightly smudged, iced coffee half-melted, and dignityā¦ questionable. But here. And not just any Friday, darlingāitās the last Friday of the month. AKA the āI-swear-next-month-Iām-getting-my-life-togetherā kind of Friday. The āletās pretend this laundry pile is a minimalist floor sculptureā kind …
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Thereās a special kind of audacity that lives deep inside a recovering control freak. Ask me how I know. š Iāve prayed that iconic prayer ā āJesus, take the wheel!ā ā more times than I can count. But if Iām being real honest (and honey, we do real honest around here), what I meant was: …
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You ever say a sweet little prayer like, āLord, help me be more patientāāand then suddenly find yourself trapped in a never-ending loop of elevator music and automated messages? āYour call is important to usā¦please stay on the line.ā Uh-huh. Sure it is. Thatās exactly how Godās sense of humor hits sometimes. One moment youāre …
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Letās get one thing straight: grace isnāt just for ballerinas, Sunday mornings, or that one friend who somehow never spills red wine on her white blouse. No, honey ā grace is for you. Itās for me. Itās for all of us messy-haired, coffee-dependent, āoops I said that out loudā women just trying to make it …
āWe have different gifts, according to the grace given to each of us.ā āRomans 12:6 Letās be real: if spiritual gifts came with a sparkly gift tag, half of us would still forget to open them. Or weād say, āOh no, I couldnāt possiblyā¦ā while secretly hoping someone else figures it out for us. But …
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Letās be real: sometimes life feels less like a ājourney of faithā and more like a chaotic episode of a reality show you didnāt sign up for. One minute youāre sipping your coffee and praising the Lord, and the next youāre stress-scrolling Zillow for off-grid cabins in Montana. Welcome toĀ uncertainty, friend. Population: all of us. …
Honey without Flowers 