“Running shoes on but I walk. Turn right out the drive because I am feeling dangerous and left leads out of the neighborhood; I can feel myself, I might not return. So I go right. But I go far. Choose new turns to make the longest way back home.”

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“Here’s how I see it: I think Pinterest is screwing with our psyches even if we don’t spend oodles of time in its labyrinth. It doesn’t matter if you seek it out; now it’s showing up in your reader every.single.day. It’s the villain of the blogosphere.”

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“Tony’s post overlooks the fact that “human beings and all creation and the world” aren’t only out there. The world is right here at home, too. Men and women who choose to stay home to raise their children are just as missional as men and women who move to the inner city or to tent cities in Haiti or the garbage dumps in Africa. Jesus said that whatever you do to the least of these, you do to Him. He didn’t say “the least of these (except your own family).”Other human beings” includes our children and our parents, our neighbors, the congregants in our church, the librarian who helps find age-level books, and anyone else with whom we rub shoulders. Jesus tells us to be faithful in the little things.”

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“On August 16, our daughter’s number on the high school waiting list opened.”

“On August 17, she began attending Tulsa School of Arts and Sciences as a freshman.”

“On September 5, the school building was in flames, and we were riveted to the TV as we saw it burn.”

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“The silver fox on the grass clearly had no time for convention. He would run in the grass if he darn well pleased. I was kind of jealous. He was having fun, and I was being all serious and intent on my stupid path.”

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“It’s Wednesday night. I should finish packing for a long weekend out of town. Instead, I rationalize other activities. Like Twitter. And eating more Brach’s Autumn Mix candy corn (it’s back, y’all!) And reading a book. Heck, I might even start cleaning.”

I don’t know why I procrastinate when it comes to good things in my life.”

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“If it’s that bitter edge of indignation that leaves the bad taste in my mouth, it’s the richness of having a voice that keeps me coming back for another helping. I’m thinking that as long as I include helpings of wisdom and grace, I should be able to balance these complex flavors. But what do you think? What should we do with our indignation?”

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“I read their status updates and their tweets and I’m genuinely happy for them. It is exciting to see a dream realized and they are my friends, after all. I read their writing, it’s good, and I want more people to have the opportunity to soak in their words. Any time you seek to make a living doing something creative, it’s a risk and it’s a joy to know that risk is working out for people who I like.”

“Sometimes I worry that my congratulatory comments don’t sound as sincere as I intend for them to be. Because let’s be honest, while I’m happy for my friends, I a little bit hate reading those updates.”

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“It explains why I have to send him to his room, where he flings himself angrily against his door again and again. I lie on my bed, watching the ceiling fan go round and round murmuring over and over again, I can’t do it God. Help me, help me, help me. I cannot do it.”