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Nothing derails my day like a poor night’s sleep. And nothing ruins my sleep more easily than dread of what the next day might bring.
Before we apply chapter 2 of Mark’s gospel, I want to talk about tasting grace. Grace. Free grace. Sounds amazing, but what does it mean to taste it?
When you were a kid did you ever ask questions in class just to get your teacher off topic? Staying on track is tough against a whole classroom.
The Martyr Mom Syndrome.