Sweetie Pies, for the past few days I’ve been having mini-breakthroughs. I’ve had them in my wallet, in the car, at my son’s basketball game, at the store. It’s been wild, and I am loving this ride. Some of the breakthroughs are more like affirmations. They are little moments that let me know that I’m moving … Continue reading
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The Peel-Off (Part 5): Prostitute
Sweetie Pies, for the rest of this week I’ll be writing about removing the labels we place on ourselves and others in order for us to move forward and live the PIE life. Take up a harp, walk through the city, you forgotten prostitute; play the harp well, sing many a song, so that you will … Continue reading
The Peel-Off (Part 4): Broke
Sweetie Pies, for the rest of this week I’ll be writing about removing the labels we place on ourselves and others in order for us to move forward and live the PIE life. Whoever pursues righteousness and love finds life, prosperity and honor. (Proverbs 21:21) Sweetie Pies, a lot of you got paid today. That … Continue reading
The Peel-Off (Part 3): Worthless
Sweetie Pies, for the rest of this week I’ll be writing about removing the labels we place on ourselves and others in order for us to move forward and live the PIE life. So God created mankind in his own image, in the image of God he created them; male and female he created … Continue reading
The Peel-Off (Part 2): Crazy
Sweetie Pies, for the rest of this week I’ll be writing about removing the labels we place on ourselves and others in order for us to move forward and live the PIE life. The LORD will guide you always; he will satisfy your needs in a sun-scorched land and will strengthen your frame. You … Continue reading
The Peel-Off (Part 1): Victim
Sweetie Pies, for the rest of this week I’ll be writing about removing the labels we place on ourselves and others in order for us to move forward and live the PIE life. For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the LORD, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to … Continue reading