Those who don't try never look foolish.
Stephen Schwartz
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Does the Proverbs 31 Woman Ever Sleep?
On April 8, 2018 by Amy BurginReading Time: 2 minutes Haunted by exhaustion and the need for sleep most of the years of my motherhood, I was sometimes discouraged by the Proverbs 31 woman. I would find myself trying to live up to her standards and failing, especially when it came to sleep. One verse in particular made me feel like a real loser: verse
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Jesus Won’t Leave You in Wrong-Thinking
On January 16, 2018 by Amy BurginReading Time: 3 minutes Sometimes I just worry that I’m not thinking rightly. I’m certainly aware of a lot of wrong-thinking I have justified in my brain: blaming others for my decisions; laying down my God-given authority; judging, comparing myself to and competing with others; treasuring temporal trinkets; floundering in self-pity; missing the most important ones in front of
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Why Did I Just Say That?
On January 5, 2018 by Amy BurginReading Time: 5 minutes We often ask the Lord, “Why?” but do we ask it of ourselves? “Why do I want to say that?” “Why DID I do that?” “Why do I want to go over there?” Unfortunately, it wasn’t until my late twenties before I learned to ask myself this simple and telling question, “Why?” “Why did I just
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Listening With Your Mind’s Eye
On December 14, 2017 by Amy BurginReading Time: 4 minutes Close your eyes and imagine a glass. What did you see? I saw a tall, slender, clear glass filled with ice and a clear carbonated beverage, probably Sprite. What I saw was formed in my mind’s eye, or my imagination. The Lord may use our imagination to speak to us. For me, receiving pictures from
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The Strength of a Six-Word Memoir
On November 2, 2017 by Amy BurginReading Time: 2 minutes I was introduced to the idea of a Six Word Memoir and encouraged to write one by Stephanie S. Smith in one of her Slant Letters, titled Don’t Be a Small Talk Writer. Here’s mine: Beloved, Knowing More, Loving More, Beloved. I love how it’s guarded on each side by identity. Beloved. It’s my name,