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There came a point in my life when I stopped asking what other people were giving me and began asking myself a much more uncomfortable question: Why did you offer friendship in the first place? What exactly were you offering? Was I offering kindness? Loyalty? Companionship? Encouragement? A listening ear? Someone who would show up?…
Most of life does not arrive wearing sequins. There is no marching band outside the bedroom window announcing: ATTENTION! THIS DAY WILL LATER BECOME PART OF THE STORY OF YOUR LIFE. PLEASE ACT ACCORDINGLY. Most of life looks like a Tuesday. Laundry in the dryer that you have restarted twice because apparently folding it would…
We are more than the boxes we build. When I was a little girl, I genuinely believed racism would eventually disappear. Maybe that was childhood innocence. Maybe it was hope. Or maybe, because I was already growing up inside enough ugliness, I needed to believe humanity would eventually get tired of hurting itself. My stepfather…
We hear a lot about being careful who we allow a seat at our table. Usually, we think of people. Family. Friends. Relationships. Those who encourage us, those who drain us, those who arrive carrying peace—and those who show up empty-handed, criticize the menu, rearrange the chairs, and somehow leave with leftovers. But lately, I…
Learning to Protect Your Peace Without Losing Your Compassion There comes a point in life when we realize we’ve spent more time trying to understand everyone else than we have trying to understand ourselves. We wonder why people hurt us. Why they react the way they do. Why they say things they can’t take back.…
Sometimes the memories that return aren’t there to shame us. Sometimes they’re quietly inviting us to become someone even better than we were before. Recently, I found myself doing something I never expected to do. I reached back more than a decade to apologize to someone. Not because I had suddenly decided I was wrong…
God meets people where they are. People often meet others where they themselves are. There is a profound difference. Perhaps nowhere is that difference more evident than in the distinction between religion and Christianity. Religion often focuses on outward conformity. Christianity begins with inward transformation. Religion often asks, “How well are you following the rules…and…
The View from the Backyard and the Glow It Carries Forward This weekend, our backyard became a campground. Tents dotted the grass. A white sheet hung against the shed became an outdoor movie theater. The pool rang with laughter from morning until evening. There was popcorn, candy, birthday cake, Father’s Day cake, presents opened with…
Last night began like any other. In fact, I had gone to bed early. That alone is unusual for me. I was exhausted and had finally decided to call it a night. The house was settling down. The day was over. Austin was in his den playing with his cat, Pearl. Alan was in our…
This morning, while sipping my coffee, I found myself staring into the future. Not in a prophetic sense. I’d say more in a chicken sense. A few months from now, the fluffy little chicks currently occupying far more of my time and attention than they seem to appreciate will be fully feathered hens living in…
Tina N. Campbell
Centerville, Ohio 45459
echoesofgrace66@gmail.com
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