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I've said before that one way God seems to work in my life at times is in spur-of-the-moment ideas or revelations. He has been at work in this exact way this last week and if I stop and truly think about it, my mind can hardly fathom how great He is. Since I graduate with my BA in psychology from the University of Wyoming in 2004, I've been asked numerous times why I don't pursue my Master's degree. My answer was always very simple - I just didn't want to. I had no desire to go back to school. None. After working at Trinity for a few years, I looked into what it would take to get my teaching degree and when I found that it would entail a couple of years on the UW campus, I knew that wasn't the direction I wanted to take. I was content where God had placed me in life and was willing to wait for Him to show me the next move. A couple of weeks ago, while having a really bad day, I was talking with a friend of mine at school. She has been my go-to listening ear ...

This past weekend I was at a conference for school which also included many pastors from all over the state of Wyoming. As we were all gathered together for a church service, I couldn't help but glance around at all the pastors standing around me singing and think, "I wonder how many of these guys are child molesters." Strange? Absurd? Shocking? Most people would think so, yes. But because the grandfather who molested me for seven years as I grew up was also a pastor, that is often one of the first questions I find myself asking when it comes to pastors. It's what makes finding a new church so hard...I often wonder just what sins the man preaching from behind the pulpit is hiding. This is one lingering affect my childhood experiences (abandonment by my mom and the sexual abuse) still have on me and at times, it is so frustrating. Here are some more examples: ~ When I see any married couple for that matter, often my first thoughts are, "They know each other in...

Today was quite a day. It took me awhile to convince myself to get out of bed and, knowing it was going to be one of those days, I stopped to get a coffee on my way to work. By mid-morning, I was fighting back tears and even had a mini break down in the teacher's lounge as I was looking through some cupboards for super glue. I pulled myself together and went back to class and made it until lunch time, so thankful for a lunch volunteer so I could have some time alone. I went to the classroom of a good friend, who has seen me at my worst - a bawling, snotty, hiccuping mess - and sat down in her little kindergarten sized chairs and just let the tears flow. Why the tears? Despite a couple of 'down' days over the weekend, this week really was a good one and all was well. Then I had a dream last night that opened recent wounds I've been dealing with and I woke up this morning so incredibly sad. A friend once told me that when Satan can't get to you during the day, he w...