PRELUDE - I know its been a while, very sorry about that. Life never stops turning and many times I have started to write after the girls have gone to bed and I wake up at my desk with what seems like a mile of "d's" or "L's" filling the blog page. This one will be the restart of the life lessons from me to you.
As a dude, I love cars and especially luxury cars. The beautiful lines, the exotic materials that accent the interior of the vehicle, the purr or roar of the engine are intoxication when they all come together to make an automobile that defines "Top-of-the-line." As someone that will (most likely) never own a Porsche, Lamborghini, or Ferrari, I can appreciate the quality and craftsmanship that goes into making one of these machines. Several years ago, one of the shows that Janel and I would watch together was the MTV show "My Super Sweet 16" that followed children of affluent Upper-class parents as they planned their next birthday bash. In almost every episode, the child would ask for, or better worded, tell their parent(s) exactly what high priced vehicle they wanted them to buy as a gift for their birthday. And in every episode, the parent would put up only a brief fight before caving and purchasing the vehicle. At the end of one episode, a teenage girl was given a Lexus sedan with all the options included, and during the credits it was revealed that the girl wrecked the vehicle shortly after the show wrapped. It was obvious from her behavior during the show and from her lack of caution with such a high priced vehicle that she did not appreciate the wonderful things in her life because she had never known anything less than the very best and had never had to labor in order to earn something. Things were always given at her whim and desire, without so much as a mention of the cost or work that went into her parents earning the finances to provide for her.
I, like most middle-class people, have convinced myself that if given only a fraction of what the elite have, that I would treasure it forever. I would like to believe that if given a luxury vehicle that I would keep it in the garage whenever parked at home, I would park in the "north 40" parking spots of the lot in order to prevent doors or carts from bumping or scratching the paint, that only the expensive gas would go in the tank, that I would wash/wax it weekly, and that I would never eat or leave a piece of trash in the car- EVER! But the reality is, over time the appreciation for that car would fane. I would start parking closer, buy cheaper gas, hit up a Starbucks drive-thru, and so on. I would stop fighting to protect and keep the high priced gift that was given to me. Want to know how I know this to be fact? It has already happened to me.
My family, and more specifically, my wife is the most precious gift that has been given to me. To use a sports cliche, I way out kicked my coverage when it comes to marrying Janel. During the time we dated and for the beginning part of the our marriage, I fought hard to keep the "new car" smell going in our relationship. Her thoughts, feelings, and happiness were the most important thing to me. But over time, I let that attention slip. Things like my jobs, my wants, and even our kids to become more important. I began to ignore or not even see the dings, the scratches, the fading shine, and the how the luxury began to wear off because of my selfishness. The marriage did not lose its importance, that is determined by God, I just lost appreciation for it. It was not until recently that I realized that the depreciation was having such a great effect. God placed such an amazing gift in my life at such a early stage - Janel was the first real relationship that I was in - that I just assumed that it would always be there. I had no concept on the labor that was needed in order to earn that gift.
Here is the lesson, Hold tight to those things that are most precious. Protect them, maintain them. Never stop searching for the dings, dents, and scratches that cause the value to lessen. Dont be like the girl on the MTV show that was so use to luxury and, therefore, did not even see it anymore. I know that my behaviors have to change, and they will. Janel has always been important, but I stopped fighting to show her what her real value was to me. It will take a lot of work to restore the luster, to smooth out the dents, but the effort will be worth it in the end. Finely made cars only increase in value if you put in the time and effort to maintain their beauty, those precious things in our lives are the same way.
As 2014 comes to an end, I pray that the story of 2015 is written much differently. If I have anything to say about the writting, it will be! I love her dearly, and will work to prove that until there is no question.
Vroom Vroom.
Thursday, December 4, 2014
Wednesday, September 4, 2013
It's been a while, lets start this thing again!
Alarm clocks are your best friend!
I know most of you are laughing at that statement, and most of the time, I do too. There are very few (read zero) mornings that my alarm goes off at 3:50am and I sit up with a smile on my face and happy in my heart- and for the record, neither does Janel at that time of morning. Especially on my day off from Starbucks, if I forget to turn off the automatic alarm, the morning is not going to be great. So when I say alarm clocks are your best friend, I am referring to other people's alarm clocks. Explanation forthcoming!
Today was my day "off" from Starbucks, which means I could sleep-in until the late hour of 6:30am before having to get up and get the girls ready for school. Unfortunately, the person responsible for opening my store this morning forgot to set his alarm clock, which means I got the Mario Brothers Theme song (my ring tone) blaring in my ear at 4:45am. A call at that time of morning is never pleasant, I don't think I managed a coherent word during the call, but my body automatically walked to the closet and pulled out a uniform, found a Starbucks hat and walked towards the door to go to work until the other guy finished his beauty rest and made it to work.
As a manager, that's part of my job and I accept that I am on the hook to cover the missteps, but my family isn't. Because of me having to go to work, even though it was just a little over an hour I was gone, Janel missed a workout class, which changed some of her plans the rest of the day.
Here's the life lesson- your actions have ripple effects on those around you, even those you don't come face to face with. These ripples can be good or bad. I hope to live my life in a way that creates good ripples, like the soft lapping of waves on your toes at the beach, not bad ripples of pounding surf during a windstorm. Be conscience of the things you do and how they affect others. While the effects may not be catastrophic in the beginning, eventually even the smallest ripples create cracks and lead to damage.
Until next time!
Just for the record, if you are reading this and are the shift supervisor mentioned above- I am not mad, neither is Janel. This blog is my way of applying real life to my walk with Christ.
Friday, September 2, 2011
My God is bigger than the Boogie Man
For you Veggie Tale watchers, that song is probably my favorite of all the songs that I have heard. If you have never heard of Veggie Tales - I feel you have missed out on some of the best vegetable cartoons of all time.
It has been a while since I have written down my thoughts for everyone to read (Sorry Mom). As you may know, I left my last ministry position at the beginning of February. In the time since that move things have drastically changed in my life. Janel has lost over 100 pounds, I have lost nearly 60 pounds, both the girls have turned a year older, I am now in the middle of training for a half-marathon (then a marathon next year, then an Iron-man.....I know its crazy). The time since February has been some of the most difficult times that I have gone through. I was at the point of leaving ministry for good, questioning whether or not God was still going to use me in ministry. But at the same time that I was questioning my call to ministry, God was in the works in an amazing ways. Unlike most employment opportunities, searching for a ministry position is does not depend on the school graduated from, how successful you were in your previous position, or even your accomplishments. Ministry is all (or should all be) about God drawing together a church and a minister. During the time since I left the last position in February, I have been looking for a new place to serve. The process has been difficult and frustrating at best. I went on several interviews at several churches, but something would always happen were the position would no longer be available - but none of the positions were filled. After every interview, I would get an email or phone call saying that the committee was having trouble making a decision and would need more time, or was not ready to hire someone at this point.
Looking back over the all the opportunities, I can see that they are not at all what God had in mind for me. Fortunately, God did have a plan for me. In April, I was contacted by a woman from a Presbyterian church in Hammond. They needed someone to teach the youth on Sunday Nights for youth group. Since I had no better plans in life, I agreed to go teach on an as-needed basis.
Little did I know what I would be stepping into. The group of students, parents, and volunteers were amazing! The first week I was there, I believe there were as many parents as there were youth. I have been back nearly every week since April, and things have not changed.
I am proud to say that this Sunday will be my first official week as the Christian Education Director, and I couldn't be happier. The church family is excited to support the youth and the children's programs, the youth are craving the word of God and to learn about the God. This is looking like one of the best places I could possibly be.
Here is the lesson for you - God is bigger than all those boogie men in your life. No matter the situation, God is not surprised about it, he has control of it, and he can get you through it - if you let him have control.
It has been a while since I have written down my thoughts for everyone to read (Sorry Mom). As you may know, I left my last ministry position at the beginning of February. In the time since that move things have drastically changed in my life. Janel has lost over 100 pounds, I have lost nearly 60 pounds, both the girls have turned a year older, I am now in the middle of training for a half-marathon (then a marathon next year, then an Iron-man.....I know its crazy). The time since February has been some of the most difficult times that I have gone through. I was at the point of leaving ministry for good, questioning whether or not God was still going to use me in ministry. But at the same time that I was questioning my call to ministry, God was in the works in an amazing ways. Unlike most employment opportunities, searching for a ministry position is does not depend on the school graduated from, how successful you were in your previous position, or even your accomplishments. Ministry is all (or should all be) about God drawing together a church and a minister. During the time since I left the last position in February, I have been looking for a new place to serve. The process has been difficult and frustrating at best. I went on several interviews at several churches, but something would always happen were the position would no longer be available - but none of the positions were filled. After every interview, I would get an email or phone call saying that the committee was having trouble making a decision and would need more time, or was not ready to hire someone at this point.
Looking back over the all the opportunities, I can see that they are not at all what God had in mind for me. Fortunately, God did have a plan for me. In April, I was contacted by a woman from a Presbyterian church in Hammond. They needed someone to teach the youth on Sunday Nights for youth group. Since I had no better plans in life, I agreed to go teach on an as-needed basis.
Little did I know what I would be stepping into. The group of students, parents, and volunteers were amazing! The first week I was there, I believe there were as many parents as there were youth. I have been back nearly every week since April, and things have not changed.
I am proud to say that this Sunday will be my first official week as the Christian Education Director, and I couldn't be happier. The church family is excited to support the youth and the children's programs, the youth are craving the word of God and to learn about the God. This is looking like one of the best places I could possibly be.
Here is the lesson for you - God is bigger than all those boogie men in your life. No matter the situation, God is not surprised about it, he has control of it, and he can get you through it - if you let him have control.
Saturday, July 16, 2011
Apple bottom Jeans, boots with the fur!
Before you ask, I do not own either of these. I just could not think of a catchy line to title the blog. I don't really have a life lesson for this entry but I did reach a milestone in my weight loss journey. Thus far, I have lost over 45 pounds and have begun training for the Louisiana half marathon, with the goal of doing a full marathon next year with my friend Dustin. Let me tell you about the milestone.
As is the case with most people that have gained weight, I have that one pair of jeans that was kept and hid at the bottom of the dresser drawer. You know what I am talking about, its that pair of jeans, dress shirt, or suit that was purchased before the weight gain, squeezed into until the buttons would no longer come together, and then was stowed away in the dresser to serve as a constant reminder of what once was, and to drive their victim (i.e. Me) to a binge of depression eating to comfort the feelings of sorrow which ultimately drove the waistline further from fitting back into the jeans.
Last night I was looking for a pair of jeans to wear to a VBS parents night, when I came across a pair of Aeropostale blue jeans that I purchased 4 years ago. If you have ever walked into an Aero store, the sizes only go up to a guys 36 inch waist, which in the real world is actually about a 34 inch at best. When I bought the jean I could barely fit into the jeans, or breath once I was in them. Needless to say, I wasn't wearing them for long before they found the bottom of the dresser.
As I was looking, I thought I would try them out. I really was looking for motivation to workout harder and stick to the diet even better. I was extremely surprised as they slid over my waist comfortably and then buttoned WITHOUT any sucking, grunting, or cursing! I could actually fit a couple of fingers between the jeans and my waist - which means I am can now go shopping at Aeropostale, and that I a weigh less then when I bought them. Here are some pictures to show what I am talking about.
There is one amazing thing in these pictures.......The soap that my wife keeps in the bathroom is awesome. Okay, just kidding! Before you get jealous, that guy in the pictures belongs to Janel. The jeans cost $34.50 at Aeropostale this week.
Until next time.
As is the case with most people that have gained weight, I have that one pair of jeans that was kept and hid at the bottom of the dresser drawer. You know what I am talking about, its that pair of jeans, dress shirt, or suit that was purchased before the weight gain, squeezed into until the buttons would no longer come together, and then was stowed away in the dresser to serve as a constant reminder of what once was, and to drive their victim (i.e. Me) to a binge of depression eating to comfort the feelings of sorrow which ultimately drove the waistline further from fitting back into the jeans.
Last night I was looking for a pair of jeans to wear to a VBS parents night, when I came across a pair of Aeropostale blue jeans that I purchased 4 years ago. If you have ever walked into an Aero store, the sizes only go up to a guys 36 inch waist, which in the real world is actually about a 34 inch at best. When I bought the jean I could barely fit into the jeans, or breath once I was in them. Needless to say, I wasn't wearing them for long before they found the bottom of the dresser.
As I was looking, I thought I would try them out. I really was looking for motivation to workout harder and stick to the diet even better. I was extremely surprised as they slid over my waist comfortably and then buttoned WITHOUT any sucking, grunting, or cursing! I could actually fit a couple of fingers between the jeans and my waist - which means I am can now go shopping at Aeropostale, and that I a weigh less then when I bought them. Here are some pictures to show what I am talking about.
There is one amazing thing in these pictures.......The soap that my wife keeps in the bathroom is awesome. Okay, just kidding! Before you get jealous, that guy in the pictures belongs to Janel. The jeans cost $34.50 at Aeropostale this week.
Until next time.
Friday, July 8, 2011
The world is my oyster
Have you ever been to an amusement park and seen a pearl diver? One of those places where a person will dive down, gather oysters and then you get a surprise as to what size pearl will come out of the shell. Have you ever wondered how those pearls got in the oyster. Unfortunately, oysters are not born with a pearl, they actually produce the pearl as a way of removing an irritant that gets into their shells. When piece of sand or small rock gets into the oysters mouth, they produce saliva to coat the particle and it eventually turns into a beautiful pearl. So when you see a lady wearing a real pearl necklace, try not to laugh to hard when you remember that she is wearing oyster saliva around her neck.
Anyway, I say all that to say this. I was on a run this evening and I got one small piece of something in the toe of my shoe. Normally, one little particle wouldn't even be noticeable, but I was running in Vibram five finger shoes and I don't (can't) wear socks with them. Therefore, that one little piece of something quickly became a problem and ended my run much earlier than I was hoping for. I now have a small blister on the pad of my big toe - NOT COOL!
As always, these things in life make me think about some life lessons. Sometimes in life, we get small irritants in life that just rub us the wrong way. At that point, we have the choice of either doing something to get rid of the aggravation or we can ignore it util it causes an even bigger problem. Often when we do something to get rid of the thing that is aggravating us, we end up with our own pearls to share with the world. Take for example, Patience. I was always warned as a child to not pray for patience because God would grant it in a way that I would not like. Well, I did pray for patience and God gave me Morgan. I love this child to death, she is truly a good kid, but she does push my buttons very efficiently. We are working on me being more patient with her and others, and one day that "pearl" is going to be amazing.
Don't let those small things in life get under your skin, choose to figure out a way to get rid of it. That way you can have your oyster, and eat it too!
Anyway, I say all that to say this. I was on a run this evening and I got one small piece of something in the toe of my shoe. Normally, one little particle wouldn't even be noticeable, but I was running in Vibram five finger shoes and I don't (can't) wear socks with them. Therefore, that one little piece of something quickly became a problem and ended my run much earlier than I was hoping for. I now have a small blister on the pad of my big toe - NOT COOL!
As always, these things in life make me think about some life lessons. Sometimes in life, we get small irritants in life that just rub us the wrong way. At that point, we have the choice of either doing something to get rid of the aggravation or we can ignore it util it causes an even bigger problem. Often when we do something to get rid of the thing that is aggravating us, we end up with our own pearls to share with the world. Take for example, Patience. I was always warned as a child to not pray for patience because God would grant it in a way that I would not like. Well, I did pray for patience and God gave me Morgan. I love this child to death, she is truly a good kid, but she does push my buttons very efficiently. We are working on me being more patient with her and others, and one day that "pearl" is going to be amazing.
Don't let those small things in life get under your skin, choose to figure out a way to get rid of it. That way you can have your oyster, and eat it too!
Friday, July 1, 2011
Love Hurts, and scars. Love wounds and marks
Today I experienced one of the most traumatic things in my entire life. Mind you, I have witnessed my wife going through 18 hours of labor -and before all the mothers say "YOU didn't go through 18 hours of labor," watching your wife is not at all easy (you ladies say some pretty mean things that you have selective amnesia about later), I have lived through one of the worse natural disasters in history with Hurricane Katrina - which included living in a house with 15 people, 5 animals, 1 bathroom and zero electricity, and a pregnant wife for a few days until we decided to try to get to my family in Florida, I have been through death and loss of family members and ministered to families in the same circumstances. But today had to be one of the worse I have ever gone through. I took both of my girls to the doctor for their check ups...BY MYSELF.
Before you roll your eyes, I have always taken the girls their doctors appointments, and I have no problem doing so. Janel is not a fan of doctors, doesn't like shots, and since my schedule is more flexible, I have taken the girls to the doctor all but 1 time in the combined 6 years of parenthood. Today was different then all the other times I have taken them to the doctor.
This was Madison's 1 year appointment, so I expected for her to be getting shots - smartly, I gave her Tylenol before going into the office to help off put the pain and fever - what I was completely unaware of was a new "fun" activity they do at this check up. On top of the 3 regular shots they gave her, there was also the finger prick tests for blood hemoglobin or something like that (I was in a daze when she was trying to explain it because it was the last thing they did, and I had already seen 4 needles, of which I am not fond). This test consists of them stabbing Maddie's finger and squeezing out 2 tubes of blood. Of course this caused my beautiful child to turn into the spawn of Satan and scream continuously for the next hour.
Morgan, I thought, was going to be easy as pie. A 5 year check up is normally just to make sure she can hop on one foot, speak full sentences, and is toilet trained. This would have been excellent, if Janel and I had not been concerned about her petite size. If you know Morgan, you know that she is small for her size and has actually been getting picked on at school for this - please pray for her and us as we work through this in her life. I asked the doctor about it, and she decided to do a thyroid test. Sounds great, except for the part where they draw 3 viles of blood from Morgans arm. Imagine this, I am holding Morgan in an MMA body triangle, with my arm over her shoulder across her body to keep her still. A nurse is holding each arm to keep them still, another nurse is holding a screaming Maddie, and a nurse is holding Morgans legs between her knees and is about to stab Morgan in the arm. If you were not counting, that is 5 grown adults to control 2 children that combined weigh 52 pounds. It was a freaking circus in that room.
The best part of all of this was, I paid $50 in co-pays in order to have the pleasure of the experience. You should have seen the eyes of the kids that were in the waiting room as we walked through after we were finished. I believe I heard one of the parents saying "see what happens when you misbehave at the doctors office," but I may be wrong.
I love my children, and to see them go through that was difficult for me, but I know that it needed to happen. So as the band Nazareth tells us "love hurts, and scars, love wounds and marks" but sometimes it is for the better.
Until next time.
Before you roll your eyes, I have always taken the girls their doctors appointments, and I have no problem doing so. Janel is not a fan of doctors, doesn't like shots, and since my schedule is more flexible, I have taken the girls to the doctor all but 1 time in the combined 6 years of parenthood. Today was different then all the other times I have taken them to the doctor.
This was Madison's 1 year appointment, so I expected for her to be getting shots - smartly, I gave her Tylenol before going into the office to help off put the pain and fever - what I was completely unaware of was a new "fun" activity they do at this check up. On top of the 3 regular shots they gave her, there was also the finger prick tests for blood hemoglobin or something like that (I was in a daze when she was trying to explain it because it was the last thing they did, and I had already seen 4 needles, of which I am not fond). This test consists of them stabbing Maddie's finger and squeezing out 2 tubes of blood. Of course this caused my beautiful child to turn into the spawn of Satan and scream continuously for the next hour.
Morgan, I thought, was going to be easy as pie. A 5 year check up is normally just to make sure she can hop on one foot, speak full sentences, and is toilet trained. This would have been excellent, if Janel and I had not been concerned about her petite size. If you know Morgan, you know that she is small for her size and has actually been getting picked on at school for this - please pray for her and us as we work through this in her life. I asked the doctor about it, and she decided to do a thyroid test. Sounds great, except for the part where they draw 3 viles of blood from Morgans arm. Imagine this, I am holding Morgan in an MMA body triangle, with my arm over her shoulder across her body to keep her still. A nurse is holding each arm to keep them still, another nurse is holding a screaming Maddie, and a nurse is holding Morgans legs between her knees and is about to stab Morgan in the arm. If you were not counting, that is 5 grown adults to control 2 children that combined weigh 52 pounds. It was a freaking circus in that room.
The best part of all of this was, I paid $50 in co-pays in order to have the pleasure of the experience. You should have seen the eyes of the kids that were in the waiting room as we walked through after we were finished. I believe I heard one of the parents saying "see what happens when you misbehave at the doctors office," but I may be wrong.
I love my children, and to see them go through that was difficult for me, but I know that it needed to happen. So as the band Nazareth tells us "love hurts, and scars, love wounds and marks" but sometimes it is for the better.
Until next time.
Tuesday, June 28, 2011
If the shoe fits.....
Over the past 75 days, a lot of things have changed in my life. My youngest daughter turned 1, my oldest daughter turned 5, Janel has passed me in the weight loss challenge (she has lost nearly 80 pounds), and I have lost 40 pounds (which puts me under 200 pounds for the first time since I moved to the land where everything is fried and/or covered in a cream sauce known to the rest of the world as New Orleans).
There are lots of benefits to having lost this much weight. I am sleeping better (imagine Janel sarcastically saying "You had trouble sleeping ever in life?"), I do not snore as bad - as indicated by the healing of the bruises on my ribs from my wife trying to get me to stop in the middle of the night, clothes are fitting better, and I can play on the floor with my children without needing a forklift to get up after. One of the benefits that has me giddy (yeah, you read that correctly) happened over the weekend. I was getting dressed to get to my friends wedding on Saturday, and I noticed that I had to redo my tie several times. I had to keep adjusting the tie SHORTER. Before I started losing weight, the only reason I would wear a tie was to hide the fact that my belly was stretching the buttons on my shirt, and therefore would have to make the tie very long to reach over my stomach and touch my belt buckle (which is the proper length for ties). But on Saturday, I noticed that I had to shorten the ties because they were hanging too low. This was one of the great accomplishments of the journey so far.
I know that is kind of a silly thing to be happy or excited about, but it was important to a guy who wears ties as part of his occupation (which, ironically, I promised my mother I would never do because I use to hate when she would make me wear a tie on the holidays). It got me thinking about how things fit. My clothes are fitting better - no long ties, stretching buttons, bulging pockets, or using the last hole on a belt because I am eating and exercising correctly and taking care of my body. As people created in the image of God, we fit better when we are living harmony with his will.
I see people everyday both in ministry settings and at Starbucks (which is also a ministry setting) that do a lot of "covering up" to make themselves appear to be happy and put on the facade that they think everyone wants to see. When in reality, their lives are in shambles, their marriages stink, they are unhappy in their jobs,etc because the manner in which they are living is in complete discord with what God has for their lives. Whenever I see someone that is giving in to some kind of addiction - drinking, shopping, drugs, whatever vice you can think of - I always wonder what they are trying to hide from everyone seeing.
This world is full of so much hurt, pain, and "long ties" because WE are trying to live OUR lives, not the life that reflects that image of God in us. If we could start living in accordance to what the Bible show us as right, we could have a lot of shorter ties in the world
There are lots of benefits to having lost this much weight. I am sleeping better (imagine Janel sarcastically saying "You had trouble sleeping ever in life?"), I do not snore as bad - as indicated by the healing of the bruises on my ribs from my wife trying to get me to stop in the middle of the night, clothes are fitting better, and I can play on the floor with my children without needing a forklift to get up after. One of the benefits that has me giddy (yeah, you read that correctly) happened over the weekend. I was getting dressed to get to my friends wedding on Saturday, and I noticed that I had to redo my tie several times. I had to keep adjusting the tie SHORTER. Before I started losing weight, the only reason I would wear a tie was to hide the fact that my belly was stretching the buttons on my shirt, and therefore would have to make the tie very long to reach over my stomach and touch my belt buckle (which is the proper length for ties). But on Saturday, I noticed that I had to shorten the ties because they were hanging too low. This was one of the great accomplishments of the journey so far.
I know that is kind of a silly thing to be happy or excited about, but it was important to a guy who wears ties as part of his occupation (which, ironically, I promised my mother I would never do because I use to hate when she would make me wear a tie on the holidays). It got me thinking about how things fit. My clothes are fitting better - no long ties, stretching buttons, bulging pockets, or using the last hole on a belt because I am eating and exercising correctly and taking care of my body. As people created in the image of God, we fit better when we are living harmony with his will.
I see people everyday both in ministry settings and at Starbucks (which is also a ministry setting) that do a lot of "covering up" to make themselves appear to be happy and put on the facade that they think everyone wants to see. When in reality, their lives are in shambles, their marriages stink, they are unhappy in their jobs,etc because the manner in which they are living is in complete discord with what God has for their lives. Whenever I see someone that is giving in to some kind of addiction - drinking, shopping, drugs, whatever vice you can think of - I always wonder what they are trying to hide from everyone seeing.
This world is full of so much hurt, pain, and "long ties" because WE are trying to live OUR lives, not the life that reflects that image of God in us. If we could start living in accordance to what the Bible show us as right, we could have a lot of shorter ties in the world
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