In Ready Position

You might have noticed that in this current season,  Wednesdays are my days to work toward some super-awesome God-sized dreams. So here is a blast from the past straight from the archives. Enjoy, dear friends… and thanks for the grace. 

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I never really liked gym class. No offense to any gym teachers out there, but I rarely looked forward to gym, especially during that middle school phase…

Each day when I was down in the musty locker room changing my clothes, my heart would start to pound as I thought about what activity awaited me at the top of the stairs. One of the most dreaded gym sessions of the year? Basketball.

To this day, I still can’t do a lay-up with good form or dribble down the court without “traveling.” It’s not that I didn’t try– I just was never very good. I was THAT kid– you know the one– the kid that always got hit in the face with the ball. (Don’t believe me? I once got my lip split open by a ping pong ball. My face naturally attracted flying objects. It’s science.) [Read more…]

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Can I See Your I.D.? (Five Minute Friday)

Alas, loyal followers… another Friday tis upon us! (Not quite sure why I am talking like that…)

Ahem. Check. Check. Ah. Ok, that’s better.

Anywho… It’s Friday. And Friday means that I link up with The Gypsy Mama for Five Minute Friday. She gives us a prompt, then we engage in what I like to call a finger sprint. We write for five minutes flat, no over thinking, no editing. Just write. We let the words flow and see where we go. (Look at me rhyming on a Friday.)

Sorry bout the squirrelly behavior. I need to cut back on the caffeine I guess.

I should probably get started before I embarrass myself. (More than I already have.)

Todays prompt: IDENTITY

AND  GO! [Read more…]

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In Ready Position

I never really liked gym class. No offense to any gym teachers out there, but I rarely looked forward to gym, especially during that middle school phase…

Each day when I was down in the musty locker room changing my clothes, my heart would start to pound as I thought about what activity awaited me at the top of the stairs. One of the most dreaded gym sessions of the year? Basketball.

To this day, I still can’t do a lay-up with good form or dribble down the court without “traveling.” It’s not that I didn’t try– I just was never very good. I was THAT kid– you know the one– the kid that always got hit in the face with the ball. (Don’t believe me? I once got my lip split open by a ping pong ball. My face naturally attracted flying objects. It’s science.) [Read more…]

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