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1. Thank the person who tagged you and link back to his or her post. Thanks, Megan!I'm so excited about this tag and have been ever since I saw it. 
2. Find at least 3 quotes you disagree with. Wow, this is going to be hard. Only three? I have a whole pinterest board devoted to proverbs that are actually lies
3. Briefly explain why you disagree with each, and counter it with another quote.
4. Tag whoever you like.
5. Include the graphic somewhere in your post.



Lie #1 "I am strong because of my experiences"
I'll admit, at first I thought, "Yeah! I relate." 
But then I thought, "NO. This is garbage."

Just think about it ... This goes against the whole nature of who Yeshua (Jesus) is. But, no. He wasn't wise because He'd been foolish but because He was wise and He is God. He didn't become strong after being broken on the cross. No, He was already strong before, and that strength is what allowed Him to be broken. He didn't n…
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Gloria Hurtgen: The Wounded Fairy

When I first saw Gloria a little over a year ago I saw a wounded fairy: a small, petite older woman who had all the signs of having lived a hard life, yet still loving others abundantly. Hardship had not handicapped her kind and generous spirit.

Though she had a trachea, her smile radiated warmness and that's all one could see or hear. Her last name only further validated my initial perception of her Gloria Hurtgen ... Though I'm not sure of the actual meaning of Hurtgen, it reminded me of the fairy-like creatures in Brandon Sanderson's "Stormlight Archive" called spren. Or of a precious gem, which Gloria certainly was. Though hurt or wounded, her spirit was still very much that of a spren or gem.

Gloria had heard my dad had been badly hurt in a car accident, and though we did not know who she was and had never met before, she came to our house to give and help us. Shortly after I begin to clean for her.

Whenever I came to clean, Gloria always asked how my Dad w…

Tye Dye: Fashion and Hiking

I've been obsessed with tye dye for a while, but sadly haven't had much opportunity to actually learn/ dedicate much time to learning how to do it much myself. I did try ice dying once and while I really loved that, it only made me more appreciate the art of tye dying.
When I volunteered at Above Rubies several years ago, I met this wonderful, fun person called Tye Dye Mary. I loved sitting with her at social events and parties, or helping her with her packages when she dropped them off at the office I worked at. She was just so much fun and has such a colorful, vibrant personality that totally suits her career ... tye dying. I think it's because of her that I love tye dye so much and would love to someday learn how to do it. 
And it's because of her that I'm willing to trade an arm and leg in order to own a few of her lovely pieces ...  I love this dress. It's nearly perfect for hiking ... I just wish it was about three to five inches longer.
There was a chil…

Chapter Three: The Friends

An entire week of being lady of the house wasn’t nearly long enough, for it was almost over, passed away in a blur of exciting activities, all of which involved Carl.

Carl Bryant was just a couple years older than Peter and almost too young to have been a soldier in a war. But he was not the sort to miss the thrill of a war, and had moved to his uncle’s place in London so that he might enlist. Only mere months later, the rest of American men had taken up arms, too, coerced into the battle by the bombing at Pearl Harbor.

Susan knew that Carl was proud to be one of the earlier Americans in the war. And she was proud of him, too. Especially as it was what brought him to London and how they were re-acquainted, as she already knew his uncle and aunt through other social activities.

On a Saturday morning that proved to be a warm day for January, Carl pulled his automobile up to Susan’s front door and blasted his car horn with one long and loud push.

Susan, already waiting for him just …

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"They say I've lost my mind—Scary thing is, I'm starting to believe them"

On April 10th I looked at the calendar and was shocked to see that only a third of the month had passed. April has been looong but in all the best senses of the word. 
Basically, it feels like I've lived two months of amazing life these last couple weeks. Ever have that happen to you? 

One of my best friends, Rashida, came from Tennesse with her husband to visit the first week of April. That was a great way to start off the month. I took most of the week off from work, and just had too much fun.

We talked and laughed and hiked and visited Glacier.   At Glacier, we stopped to visit this pretty area next to some railroad tracks. Of course, a train decided to come while we were there ... we ran away, feeling like (at least I was) crazy teenagers.
 "Rashida, meet Lauren. Lauren, meet Rashida."
This is what I call #friendretiring.
Rashida is the friend who is the inspiration behind my Poison Ivey Essential oil
Work:  So, even though I only took two days off, it felt like I …