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Do you ever get tired of finding yourself giving other people advice that you realize you've never taken for yourself?  Do you ever realize that you've totally been the person with a log in your own eye trying to get a splinter out of someone elses?  That's not to invalidate the splinter; it may definitely still be there.  But how can I even see the "splinter" problem clearly when my own vision is obscured by an "entire log" size problem? I'm sort of tired of being the blogger that always has a resolve and all the points (attemptedly) tied up at the end of each post.  I don't want to be that author whose books always end perfectly but unrealistically.  I'd rather be real than have a nice wrap up.  I want my blog to help you as I try to help myself, but I can't always have a resolve or answer.  Mostly because I don't know it all, but also because life is just messy.  The answers are not always black and white and will most usually ...

*This is a guest post from an anonymous, reasonably wise source* Sometimes I have wonder, is there a point to life? Then I remember, yes, yes there is.

Not to reference myself too often, as if I had that many amazing things to say, but I feel pretty in awe of a lot of things today.  Some of those things I feel hurt and endangered by- and I'm in awe because I just don't know how to digest them.  On the contrary though, a lot of those other awesome things are reminders from the Lord, telling me that I am loved, safe and that my Heavenly Father carries me. He cares about me so much!   (So much being an unimaginably large amount. :) Here's where referencing myself comes in: one of those things that reminds me that He holds me (all the time, including now) is the second to last post I posted called, Painful, but precious .  Meandering around my blog, I saw that title and decided that maybe I could profit from reading it today. Reading it, trying to take the words in as if for the first time, I realized I needed to get what it said through my head.  I think the Holy Sp...

I really like this term,"Great Heights".  Its like a dually encompassing phrase that reminds me that without going to such great heights, not only would you never run the risk of being greatly hurt, but you would also never experience truly great things. Lately, it feels like I've gotten myself into a lot of heighty things.  Things that would be stepping outside of my comfort zone.  Things that could come back and bite me.  And it feels like some of those things have bitten me (although none of them have been fatal).  That's why I'm writing this right now.  To remind myself, and you, that if you never try then you'll never know.  Even if it doesn't seem worth it, sometimes, it is. Sometimes you find out that you've been right all along.  But sometimes you find out that you were dead wrong. And I believe the "dead wrong" times are worth the risk.