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101 Posts!

You, my friend, are reading my 101st post! What what??!!
I wasn't sure what to write about for my 101st post.  But I know now. 

The lady who cleans this office I work at helped me figure it out.  Without even knowing.
She came in and I said, "Good morning! How are you?" 
"Pretty good, I need some coffee *laughter, hug*, how are you?"
"I'm pretty good.  How are you?" 
and, graciously, she answered me again instead of looking at me like I was some robot with a short.

It's not that big of a deal (not to use this as a crutch but I didn't sleep a lot last night, which is my fault, but still-it makes me a little slower today than normal).
So I asked her how she was doing twice.  There are worse things I could've said or done.   
But that got me thinking, "Did I mean any of what I just said?" 
and I think the answer to most of that was no.
And in that moment I resolved to be more intentional, notwithstanding the mundane daily grind that tempts me to not be.
It seems fitting that as I write this milestone-like post, I remind myself that even though some things I do over and over in life, they're all worth doing on purpose. 




1 Corinthians 10:31 
So whether you eat or drink or whatever you do, do it all for the glory of God.
I site this verse a lot in my blog posts, but it's so challenging to me.  Also, it especially fits with this one.

Whatever I do . . .
. . . in my daily chit chat.
. . . in my deep talks.
. . . in my blog posts.
. . . in my relationships.
. . . in how I relate and what I relate.
. . . in how I spend my free time.
. . . in how I spend my time at work.
. . . in what I eat and drink.
all for the glory of God. 

Oh Lord, help.

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