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Giving expression to the impressions which shape my world requires concentrated thought and effort. As we engage with people it seems we pierce them, ignore them or carefully place our thumbprints upon their lives. I would like to sharpen my skill as a writer, a wordsmith, so that you can see what I see, feel what I feel, and we can share this part of the journey of life together. Samantha Penhale
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HerPaintedBunting · 1W ago

Non-Negotiables and Gatoraide

This last couple of months has been about transition and a great deal of change. Good changes! Exciting stuff transpiring over here in Aisle 3! In the event that you’ve been under a rock and have not heard I’ve finally rented my house and have relocated to Los Angeles. I’m back to ...
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HerPaintedBunting · 1M ago

Uncharted Territory

While driving through New Mexico and Arizona we were wildly aware of the terrain. We would easily drive for hours and see no inhabited civilization. Nada. For hours. We would see ghost towns, and long-vacated structures in the vast expanses but nothing would have caused me to off-road and discover t...
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HerPaintedBunting · 2M ago

Supply Chain and the Kingdom of Heaven

Most people’s expressions glaze over when I start talking about my work and so I don’t bother to talk about it very much. I tell them, “I work with computers and data.” or  ”I load lots of data into an enormous financial system for a very large manufacturing company....
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HerPaintedBunting · 3M ago

Entering the Creative Process

The bird also has found a house and the swallow a nest for herself where she may lay her young.  Psalm 84:3 With a singular focus and deliberation the bird circles and circles until she finds a safe place in which to nest. She is stirred and on a mission until she finds what it is [...]
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HerPaintedBunting · 4M ago

On Seeing Clearly

It’s a stretch for any one of us to express how we see God. It’s awkward to admit it but it’s easier to perceive Him as being a lot like our parents. Perhaps distant or preoccupied; or too intense and demanding; irritable at least some of the time. “Ugh, stay out of the kitch...
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HerPaintedBunting · 4M ago

Led By Their Dreams

It’s intriguing isn’t it? We admonish one another to honor ‘Christ’ in Christmas but do we really honor all of the aspects of the Christmas story? Before you quickly agree let me remind you of a few details … Did you ever notice how Mary came to bear the Christ Child? S...
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HerPaintedBunting · 5M ago

Knowing You

Sitting with a cup of hot coffee I’m pondering how best to cherish people. As I look among the richest of my treasures I find you, the people with whom I have walked through this journey of life. Relationships with people are not meant in any way to be categorized. Categoros is that ugly word ...
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HerPaintedBunting · 6M ago

On Taking the Uncertain Path

Have you ever been caught up in conversation with a friend, only to stop and listen to what you are really saying? Recently I found myself using a catch-phrase I’d learned when I was quite young, and I was startled to realize it’s implication. The phrase? “That’s just how it&...
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HerPaintedBunting · 7M ago

Gleanings From an Expansive Heart

The year I met Atticus was the year I first began to understand my father. Atticus Finch, from the pages of Harper Lee’s book To Kill a Mockingbird, was a legendary man. As a scholarly gentleman and Scout’s Dad, he taught the world how to life a life of integrity and quiet dignity.  He i...
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HerPaintedBunting · 10M ago

Reign at Eventide

Late in the evening, long after the sun has kissed us all goodnight The moon rises, his hue soft and deep, enfolding me with his dusky rays Bending round the clouds and trees, he shows me. Creation alive and vibrant, and yet at-rest. Ceasing from her labors of the day, she rises to her reign [...]
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