Mixed Results

I woke up and opened my email to find some fantastic news! I have lumpy boobs! I was thrilled to be able to shoot off an email to all of my prayer warriors proclaiming this fun fact, and of course my husband and I got a giggle out of it too. And then, at about

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The Ultrasound & Mammogram

I woke up the morning of my mammogram feeling pretty crabby. I was anxious and worried and just plain frustrated with myself for feeling anxious and worried. I dropped the kids off at school and then had a heart-to-heart with God. “Hey God. I’m so sorry that I’m so ugly today. I’m not trusting you.

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Challenge Yourself to Kindness

There is a woman in California who may love kindness even more than I do. I know, it’s shocking. Her name is Marla and I’m thinking of road-tripping to sunny California to see if it’s true. I may even be able to write off the trip off on my taxes next year under the heading

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My 40th Birthday

I went to the doctor to celebrate my 40th birthday. It was a very routine womanly-type visit where all my special parts were to be inspected and tested for old age and hard living. I knew I’d pass. I passed all the other times. I laughed outloud at the beginning of the breast exam when

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Kindness Says Happy Birthday Best

I’m turning the big 4-0 this week. When I was a kid, 40 sounded so old, but now that I’m here, I have to say I would never want to go back to being 20 or 30. My skin may be a little wrinkly, but it’s so much more comfortable at this age. Heading into

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Kindness Reveals True Beauty

They say a picture is worth a thousand words. Well, I only have about 500 words to work with, so let’s hope that’s enough to draw a picture. I saw a video online that I can’t get out of my head. It was produced by the Dove company as part of the “Choose Beautiful” campaign.

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Running with Purpose and Kindness

A few Saturdays ago, I wrote about my attempt to take my own life during my teenage years and the kindness found at that time in an Easter basket. It always hurts to go back and relive a period of darkness, but I do it because always, without fail, reopening my wounds allows other people

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