Would you forgive me if I skipped a day?

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daily blogging could feel like a monkey on your back

Dear Heavenly Father, I do not know nor understand why I never stopped writing five daily blogs. The original goal – I prayed to You for assistance – only involved a 100-day commitment. It’s been well over 1,000 days. Why?

And would you forgive me if I skipped a day?

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Blogging 90-Days Ahead, But Praying 90-Days Ahead?

Can plants survive without soil? Impossible, right?
They sure look like they're thriving.

Some things are easy, or relatively easy, to do in advance. Blogging 90-days in advance is not easy. But it is very fun and exciting to see how this experiment pays off.

So this morning I couldn’t help but wonder if we can pray 90-days in advance. This thought has never crossed my mind, which makes it unusually interesting. This, of course, leads me wonder if anyone has attempted this and what their outcomes where/are.

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Blogging Is Good. Amen, Amen, So Be It

Hubspot says, Amen

Blogging. Amen. So be it. In everything give thanks. Even blogging? Yep, even blogging. There is a magical power to putting words on paper that I felt possibly existed, but not until immersing myself, did the magic come alive.

I once heard a speaker who said, “Don’t die with a book in you”.

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Citizen Soldier

Not talking about the Three Doors Down rock song Citizen Soldier, or our Country’s National Guard, for whom the song is dedicated.

Talking about all the active duty men and women military personnel I’ve seen this week. Orlando to Atlanta, Atlanta to Columbia, Columbia to Atlanta, and Atlanta to Dallas.

Decided, in the spirit of giving, to not only give thanks internally, but to give thanks externally.

So I awkwardly asked how best to show appreciation for their efforts. They all said basically the same thing.

A simple thank you means a lot.

And so that’s what I’ve been doing, going only a little out of my way (that’s all it takes), to thank each and every one I pass.

The Lord works in mysterious ways. One of the service men, heading back to Iraq and leaving behind a wife and three children (16, 10, 6) at Christmas time, wound up being an angel for me about five minutes later.