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To My Fellow People-Pleasers

by SomeGirl on May 17, 2012 · 5 comments

(written to myself after a conversation with a neighbor this morning… hopefully it’s helpful to someone else, as well.) :)     What are you so afraid of that you spend your time worrying what others think? If you’ve made a mistake, correct it. If you’ve done something wrong, apologize. If it’s just a personal […]

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Fear Drives, Love Draws

by SomeGirl on April 4, 2012 · 16 comments

What an exciting week we’ve had at our place! Over the weekend we added chicks to our family. Six little gals named: Sugar, Nugget, Oreo, Red, Golden (chick), and Brownie. We’re looking forward to watching them grow and having our own organic, free range eggs in the future. :) As you can tell from the […]

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The 40 year old Freshman

by SomeGirl on October 9, 2010 · 27 comments

I had an awkward situation the other day…  so awkward that in a matter of minutes this confident, talkative, friendly, outgoing person (me) was transported in some strange way to 1984… Freshman year… walking into my first DenTeen’s  meeting where the cool, confident Junior and Senior girls were assigned dorky, shy Freshman girls to befriend […]

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And Then What? (Thought Provoking Thursday)

by SomeGirl on August 11, 2010 · 21 comments

During a study on the book of Esther, Beth Moore tells a story about how she worried that her husband might fall in love with someone else (not that it had happened, but she worried about it) and she shares a technique that has helped her let go of her worry and trust God… when […]

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Yesterday the  boys and I went to a waterpark with some friends. One of the attractions we spent time in was The “Crazy Liver” (aka The Lazy River).  I sat in a tube (like the lady in the picture) and my littlest one sat in my lap. I had my arms wrapped lovingly around my […]

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A couple of days ago I went outside and saw a contraption my oldest one had built… a lunch box strapped to a plastic shoe box sitting on top of a large, clear, plastic pickle jar. I looked at the set up curiously and saw something odd… the bottom 2 inches of the pickle jar […]

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