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Was reading a friend’s post today; made me think of this:
When I was eight my mom missed a golden opportunity. I was absolutely horrible about getting out of bed in the mornings. I would whine and make excuses and make the whole family annoyed and late. Every night at 8:00p.m. my mom would tell me [...]
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When I lived at home with my parents I kept a Bible, 4 books and a handful of CDs in a ceiling tile. In the latter part of my teenage years I sneaked out to go to youth group and prayer meetings. For some reason my parents liked me better as a rebel, and did [...]
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part two
When I was a kid most days I thought I had a pretty normal life. I thought that everyone tried to teach themselves to clap with their feet, that everyone’s mom loved to go “garage-sale-ing” on Thursdays and Fridays and that most kids were scared of the neighbors’ dogs. I thought most kids only had [...]
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part one
From the time I was a little girl I only wanted one thing. I don’t really know how to describe it. I think, even then, as a tiny girl, I only wanted permanence. For people outside of my shoes I don’t know if it’s really possible to explain, but for as long as I can remember [...]
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