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True confession of a judger
I am struggling with something that feels shameful. I grew up in a family culture that judged appearances in general, and weight in particular. Most of the women in the family are about 5 ft tall and 100lbs. I am not. Most of them have a wonderful fashion sense, and seem to always look pulled…
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Hammer time…
You know, I’ve always believed that God starts with a whisper, a tiny quiet whisper in our soul…and when we ignore it, the message gets a little louder, and finally a shout, and maybe a bang on the head with a hammer. A whisper – look, people are leaving their homes and throwing themselves into…
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do not go gently….
I can feel my personal growth ready to expand, but oh this birth is so painful. As I head speeding along to my 54th year on the planet, I keep looking at pictures and in the mirror and feeling “I really didn’t think I’d be this fat and ugly at this age.” Oh to release…