Your life is just a dash in time. How will you leave a legacy?

I’ve attended more funerals than I care to remember, each one painful but different. I once attended the service of a homeless man named Roger who was dear to our church. As with most services, the pastor gave those in attendance a chance to say a few words about him. I remember sitting there thinking how awkward this was going to be. I have been to funerals where no one wanted to speak—how could anyone have anything to say about a homeless man?

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Shawnta's Story: Prayer - Fight Club

I can't say that I am a fighter. I don't like violence. I have been in one physical fight. (When you stop laughing, keep reading.) I have a brother name Joey who is four years younger than me. He was getting picked on by a neighbor boy who was a year older than me. This went on for weeks and the boy came over one day and started pushing Joey around, and I just let the boy have it. I pulled his hair (it was during the mullet era) and punched him in the nose. I was only around 10 years old. I am by no means proud of that.

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Giveaway: Breaking Up with Perfect

It’s time for the Breaking Up with Perfect Giveaway! Before you write this one off under the presumption that it is not applicable to you, hear me out. I am a person that has never aimed for perfection, in fact I tend to do the exact opposite. Amy Carroll addresses this behavior” as the “never good enough” girl and boy does she hit the nail on the head! Yikes, did she have me in mind when she wrote this? No matter what side of the fence you fall on, the “good girl” or the “never good enough girl” you will love this book! I am confident that if I had read this book in my twenties it would have saved me from years of turmoil and strife and I am looking forward to having my teenage daughters read it.

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World on a String?

With a gas can in one hand and a lit match in the other I left my hometown eight years ago and never looked back. For thirty three years I lived in the same county and there was a bad memory on every corner. I left in the wee hours of the morning and cried for the first 100 miles then I cranked up my radio and drove until I couldn’t keep my eyes open any longer. I traveled alone on the road to a new start in North Carolina, just a shell of a person hanging on by a thread.

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