The Dirty Side of Christmas

The Dirty Side of Christmas

I was a new kindergarten teacher on a field trip with my class. We had just stepped off the bus when one of my students got sick and came running to me covered in vomit. My reaction was swift. I shrieked and ran away from him, causing the rest of the class to do the same. Luckily, a parent sprung into action and came to the poor kid’s rescue as I gagged behind the bus.   So maybe I’m a bit of a germ-o-phobe. But I bet even...

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Exhale

Exhale

Growing up, I was a legalistic, private school girl. I had my prayer check list and felt very guilty if I did not have that hour long quiet time daily with the Lord. I would feel sinful anytime I threw up a quick prayer before a test or as I was rushing somewhere, thinking that the Lord was probably angry at my flippant use of prayer. The more I get to know God, I have a different perspective. Now, I see that we are actually called to “pray...

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Inhale

Inhale

When I worked as a camp counselor one summer, I had a girl in my cabin who was horrifically slow at everything. She was a precious fifth grade girl who just took her time getting things done. We were supposed to be at the flag pole at 7:30 in the morning, but you cannot wake your girls up before 7:00 am. I had half an hour to get seven girls ready, the cabin cleaned and walk to the flag pole. Well, with “Miss Take Her Time,” we were a few...

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Free from being Good

Free from being Good

My childhood goal was to be a “good girl,” taking perfectionism to a whole new level. I belonged to every club, was an honor student, and felt incredibly guilty if I did not have an hour of quiet time with God every evening—praying and reading my Bible. I knew the Truth that God would not love me less for any sin I committed. This was not hard for me to grasp since I thought I had not committed any sin too hellacious at this point. However, I...

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Yes, … Later

Yes, … Later

For the first two weeks of her new job, Kim Till, the Chief Advancement Officer for Dallas Seminary, would not sit at her desk. She’d work rigorously at the table next to her desk, while glancing over at her desk chair from time to time. She considered the full weight of raising millions of dollars annually—a heavy burden for any person to carry, not to mention the first woman to ever be entrusted with such a responsibility. After two weeks of...

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