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The Lion Inside

Quite possibly the best thing my oldest daughter, Dayton, has ever sent me is this picture of a domestic cat wearing a lion’s mane.  Yeah…I’m easy to please.  But just look at him there – wearing that mane like it’s just what he’s supposed to do.  His eyes flash with confidence.  He’s not the least bit unsettled.  He’s not confused about who he is – there’s no identity crisis here.  He’s a cat, and he knows it.  He also knows he hails from the same biological family as the King of the Jungle.  And so he dons the synthetic mane with pride and conviction of who he is on the inside. Continue reading The Lion Inside

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The Best Friend I Ever Had

Forrest & Jenny, Woody & Buzz, Sherlock & Watson, and Thelma & Louise.  These are some of the most famous best friends of all time.  But how does one acquire a best friend?  Friends come in all shapes and sizes, and from all walks of life.  They are born as your sister or cousin, or made from complete strangers.  My sister, Mary, and I are very close, and true friends.  Aside from my sister, I have a dear friend who is also my sister-in-Christ and we go to the same church.  But growing up, my best friend was a little girl with blonde hair.  She was sweet and kind, and she had a little sister about the same age as mine.  I remember the first time I saw her.  It was the first day of kindergarten.  I was already in the classroom.  I looked up, and she was coming through the doorway with her mother.  Her hair was up in doggy ears, and I knew immediately that we would be best friends. Continue reading The Best Friend I Ever Had

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No Greater Gift

Christmas is just such an awesome time!  The whole world seems to transform into a more wonderful place when it’s infected by the Christmas spirit.  There’s all the beautiful lights, spending time with family, decorating the tree, Christmas music, yada yada yada.  People just seem so much happier and friendlier during this time of year.  (For the most part). Continue reading No Greater Gift

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Every Scar Tells A Story

When I was five years old I fell into a fire.  Most of my family was at my mamaw and papaw’s house in rural southeastern Oklahoma.  We had built a fire out in front of the property.  When the adults had retreated back towards the house, my older brothers and male cousins began jumping over the fire.  It was exciting to see them run and jump with the flames seemingly engulfing their legs.   Continue reading Every Scar Tells A Story