Year Two This part of my life is like a mosaic piece of pottery. Mosaic pieces are often found in churches and used in home decor. It’s made from assembling the small pieces of glass or stone and arranging it into art or even an image. They say it is symbolic of transformation and why it is used in so…
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Year Three I’m not sure I had ever given ample attention to my identity and who I was in Christ before that third year. The stony cliff of navigating through a separation was taxing. I was so weary. There were many areas I had to focus on first, like the routine of my day to day lifestyle. We all had…
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“Where do you work?” “What type of work do you do?” “Do you have a job or do you stay at home?” Work questions typically dominate the start of most new conversations. This isn’t necessarily a bad thing, but it is indicative of what society deems important. It’s a similar topic that circulates around blogs and articles all over the…
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Part I Even as a child I had a rebellious streak unlike anyone else in my family. I didn’t realize it of course until I had the back of my hands popped with a ruler about 5 times from Mrs. Hatfield when I was in the 5th grade. “You have to learn that you cannot talk to your teacher this…
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Part II In 1927 they lost my birth certificate. I was born of course, but there was no proving it, or so Mama said. She acted as though it wasn’t a big deal in the least. This resulted in confusion of how old I was for many, many years to come. How was I ever going to prove I was really…
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