The Duct Tape on My Rainboots

Recently I wrote Beth Moore a letter. In it I said, “I’m not baptist, but I think an ‘ooh glory’ slipped out of my mouth at one point.” It happens. My hair is braided so I feel more in touch with my baptist sisters. Ask my friend, Hannah. I said “ooh glory” and “aks” to her both in one day. She’s not baptist- she’s a wonderful shade of Carmel Mocha that I can’t achieve if I try, but God has blessed her with beauty. He blessed me with the jokes. We each have something.  I’m reading through Joshua 7 this…

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Darn You Perfectly Brewed Americano

Some places just know how to coffee. Yes. I used coffee as a verb. Try and stop me. No don’t. I bruise like a peach!  Photo cred: I stole this photo from the web.  I had a meeting at The Coffee Bar last night around 4:30. Just a quick stop to meet a new friend who gave me the low down on all the information I’ll need for a smallish major new ministry with which I am helping.  Awaken.  I love them. These women love Jesus in a major way: with Grace and practicality. With heart and hands. Faith trudging…

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