Category: My Journal
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My journal: How therapeutic writing is fixing the bullsh!t
I started this blog when my dog Buzz died unexpectedly one night. It was meant to be about dog health and whatnot. Learning about and implementing all the healthy happy things I planned to do with my K9 companion, but never did.
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My journal: Could this be the day that I die?
So I’m back in my hometown of Placerville, California. As always, I was intrigued to hear the Sunday message at church yesterday morning. It wasn’t what I expected. And after thinking about it, it still wasn’t speaking to me. So I did what any reasonable thinking man should do in times like this: play with […]
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My journal: Jesus saves…with a jackhammer?
It’s my last Sunday in South Alabama and I got to check out Three Circle Church in Fairhope. And wow! What a welcoming place. They are organized and efficient. Even having special parking for first-time visitors. Why? I wondered. Then I understood perfectly as I was given a free tote bag with a coffee mug. […]
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My journal: Scars of gold
I’m out in Alabama this week saying goodby to the life I destroyed and kissing my loved ones goodbye, who, incredibly, still care about me on a deep level. God made women superior to man, anyone who disagrees just isn’t paying attention to reality. There is no anger here. No animosity. Just sadness and a […]
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My journal: Baptism for a commitment-phobic man
I’m so proud to say I took the plunge and came out a Christian. It was on May 14th and I’m holding strong in my faith in God’s plan. And much to my surprise, it’s HARD AS HELL! Why? Because I’m getting everything I asked for. I asked God to help me be more faithful, […]
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My journal: Overcoming impostor syndrome at my local church
Maybe it’s the American in me, but when it comes to churches, I’ve always figured bigger was better. But not a megachurch built like a Bass Pro Shop.
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My journal: Dogs are proof that god loves us and wants us to be happy
Early this morning I lost my best friend. Thing is, I didn’t realize he was my best friend until I looked back over the seven years I had with him.
Reality Is Drunk 