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Monthly Archive for: ‘April, 2005’

I Am a Horrible Person!

Last night I was crushed by my own sins and inadequacies. As Fred and I went to bed, I kept repeating to him, ‘I am a horrible person! I am. I really am. I am just a rotten, horrible person.’ And I felt it. Reflecting on my day—all of the times I was tempted to hold a grudge, the ways …

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Grace For Those Who Hurt Us?

I’ve been thinking a lot lately about how hard it is to give grace to people, especially Christians, who hurt us. I see this in my own heart and it (rightfully) shames me. Why is it that I can share the gospel of grace with unbelievers, with family members who hurt and reject me for decades, and with strangers … …

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Peace with Food?

When I teach on idolatry (desires–even good desires–elevated to demands such that they become ‘gods’ to us and we give them our time, attention, energy, emotions, thoughts, etc. Cf. James 4:1-3), I always share about my struggle with making an idol out of food. Since I was a young child, I have habitually turned to food for escape, comfort, pleasure, …

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Tara, You Can’t Grade Your Own Report Card

Back in grad school, I once had the privilege of serving a wonderful pastor who was beginning a new ministry. Fred and I respected this man greatly and was thrilled to get to work for him. I remember one day he said to me, “Tara, you don’t get to grade your own report card. Let Freddy and I do that.” …

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Thank God for Friends

Tonight I head off to bed grateful for many things … the preaching of the Word this morning (thank you Pastor!), the sacrament of communion, the fellowship of the saints, corporate worship, a warm home, clean water, a cuddle-bug of a daughter, tylenol for my ailing husband (the flu is getting us all!), even my silly ol’ Golden Retriever, Choza, …

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It just MAKES me crazy …

What a week we have had. Sophia was terribly (terribly!) sick and almost had to be hospitalized to get some fluids in her. My normally happy child has been whiny, clingy, and only slightly consoled if I hold her. All the time. Constantly. Day and night. (Get the point?) So of course on Day 3 of very sick child—so sick …

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