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Worth: Five Minute Friday

Jun 17th, 2017 Five Minute Friday

Often, like Martha, we want to be the best. We want to offer the best accommodations, serve the best food, and be the best hostess. But what is our goal? Are we feeding our pride? What if we just offered enough, sandwiches instead of a seven-course meal, and then used the rest of the time to sit at the feet of Jesus and take in everything he wants to give us? What do we have to give him anyway? Do we think extra service will win us extra salvation or justify us more than someone else?

Future :: Five Minute Friday {www.boldlytanya.com}

Future :: Five Minute Friday

Jun 2nd, 2017 Five Minute Friday

As part of creation, we are all subjected to God’s curse of death, disease, and decay resulting from the original sin of the first man. In short, we suffer. Either from our own sin or as victims of others’ sin. Even if we could claim sinlessness, we still decay away, sickening from disease and submitting to death (which is exactly what Christ did! His body was afflicted as he died from crucifixion).

But we children of God have hope. Not only do we share in Christ’s suffering, but we also share in his glory.

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My Complacency

May 23rd, 2017 Faith

All Scripture is inspired by God and is useful to teach us what is true and to make us realize what is wrong in our lives. It corrects us when we are wrong and teaches us to do what is right. God uses it to prepare and equip his people to do every good work” (2 Timothy 3:16-17 NLT). I have another confession for you. (Why…

Taming Trauma :: a guest post at Cisneros Cafe {www.boldlytanya.com}

Taming Trauma :: A Guest Post @ Cisneros Cafe

Trauma is a tricky beast, always festering and feeding, hoping to eat you alive from the inside out. You survive it, accept it, and hopefully thrive in spite of it. But you are never rid of it. It lingers like the scars it inflicts.

By eighteen years of age, I experienced seven different types of childhood trauma. I handled my trauma by pretending it wasn’t there. As each new trauma visited, I ripped off that piece and hid it away.




Eventually, all seven traumas were sealed away and buried deep inside.

But trauma chafes and enflames. Although I quarantined my infected parts, they still rotted. The stench permeated my good parts, spoiling them, too. I kept hacking and concealing, but I couldn’t keep up.

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God Is Not My Stepdad

May 16th, 2017 Faith

I responded God the same way I responded to my stepdad. Here was this “father figure” with astronomically high standards trying to change my whole life and tell me what to do. I felt like everyone was telling me to love Him because of all the great things He did, not because of who He was. I believe most people were like my mom; they listed his actions as evidence of who He is. But some only loved God for what He did. That isn’t love. That is obligation.