How I learned to rest, trust, and somehow became more productive than ever.
The things that most matter to me were learned the hard way. I hope they can become shortcuts for you to get to the next level. I’ll try to entertain you, as well.
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God’s Penchant for Details Reveals His Devoted Heart for Us
God Has Got You! Look at these figurines. This creator’s eye for detail is exceptional. When I took a moment to really examine them, I was amazed at how there is a picture of each character’s purpose drawn onto the figurine’s own body. I loved that! Each individual…
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The Outrageous Latino Life of a Non-Latina and Her White Kid
Clark is one of my favorite characters. He’s been so much fun to think about, that I decided to try to dig into his back story. Mom was a stereotype, of sorts. She was one of those white girls who saw herself in another ethnicity. Although she was…
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How My Biological Father, and My Real Dad, Made Me Better
Birth Father The memories I have of my birth father before I grew up could be easily counted using fewer fingers than I have. He was around until I was 6, when he moved away and only called twice that I know of. Somehow, though I have several…
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The $14 Foundation of a Childlike Faith in Christ
One day, when I was 11 years old, Mami and I were heading out to Manhattan. We were planning to visit Delancey Street, browse through May’s Department Store on 14th Street, and maybe visit a cuchifrito for some delicious fried treats. It was our usual Saturday routine, and she purposely skimped…
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