tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31859918536939478202024-02-06T23:15:45.865-05:00Thoughts from Someone Who will Never be PresidentHolly Campbellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08267503229093142779noreply@blogger.comBlogger45125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3185991853693947820.post-62781600763723428362017-10-21T23:11:00.001-04:002017-10-21T23:11:21.005-04:00Living Life Backward<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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As I think about my purpose, and who I am, and all of those other deep, philosophical and existential questions, I wonder if I am living my life backward?<br />
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People discuss the awkwardness of the middle school years, and trying to be popular and figure out identity, and I think that I knew more about who I was then, than I do now!<br />
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I was much more sure of my abilities, and not trying to prove anything to anyone back then.<br />
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But now. . .<br />
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Now as I approach the threshold of the next decade, I am less sure of my abilities, and more aware that I might need to prove my purpose. <br />
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Insecurities rise quickly, pushing doubt to the front of the line. As I make my way into new spaces, I wonder if I will ever fit in? Am I too different? <br />
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I know there are things to be done, fears to be dealt with. I don't know if I will be able to overcome those fears, but I cannot let them block the path moving forward either. I have to walk side by side with fear, keeping pace, learning to understand why it is here. Knowing that with understanding, the fear is less powerful and I am more. I grow in wisdom, knowledge, strength and courage.<br />
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Ready or not, middle school here I come!Holly Campbellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08267503229093142779noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3185991853693947820.post-70286814532469608592016-06-09T12:56:00.000-04:002016-06-10T07:46:13.260-04:00Buried<div dir="ltr" id="docs-internal-guid-10b057f7-3612-6351-6923-817486ee1a9d" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: left;">
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Holly Campbellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08267503229093142779noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3185991853693947820.post-56787607698799354532016-05-10T09:00:00.000-04:002016-05-10T09:00:12.585-04:00Wide Open Spaces<br />
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There is just something about them.<br />
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Those areas where you can actually see the horizon stretching out in front of you. <br />
Where the dark vault of the heavens stretches into space.<br />
Where the sun pauses before it gets tucked under the blanket of the starry night sky. <br />
Where you can almost see the edge of your existence. Holly Campbellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08267503229093142779noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3185991853693947820.post-6509090598302221452016-05-04T13:45:00.004-04:002016-05-04T13:46:40.786-04:00The Anthem of Springtime<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Morning arrives and the dew gathers on the pale, green grass.<br />
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Though the chill hangs on to the early hours, and jackets are required for the bus stop, the day begins warmer than it has for the past few months.<br />
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School days seem a bit longer as the warmth of the mid morning sun calls one and all to the grassy playground.<br />
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Math and reading and science seem less interesting than the swings, or kickball, or anything that lies beyond that large pane of glass...<br />
<br />Holly Campbellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08267503229093142779noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3185991853693947820.post-25923776635370862232016-04-25T08:57:00.002-04:002016-04-25T08:57:55.452-04:00Where Do I Begin?I don't remember many exact details of my childhood.<br />
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The memories are more sensory pictures with faded edges, dapples of sunlight on the dark, cool grass, and sounds of breezes rustling the leaves, crickets chirping, and stones popping off of automobile tires as they travel past the yard and on down the dirt road, the scent of dark Spring dirt or fresh mown hay from the field behind the house, and the taste of Summer sun warmed tomatoes and green peas right from the garden.<br />
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These pictures are a compilation of memories, of Summers blended together in the colorful glass mixing bowl that Grandma kept in her cupboard. They taste of dust and fresh mown hay, of bacon and tomato sandwiches, macaroni salad and niffles (yes they are a thing) and lettuce with a simple vinegar and sugar dressing.<br />
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They travel in a metal picinic basket with a plaid design, to a field where Grandpa is mowing, or plowing, or raking. They run down the dirt road to a wooded spot where the daffodils grow near a small brook.<br />
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They play in the tent made of blankets, hung over the clothes line in the back yard. They sleep under the stars, waking to a dew soaked morning that smells fresh and damp at the same time. <br />
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This is a part of where I begin. Holly Campbellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08267503229093142779noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3185991853693947820.post-9758883100202392222016-04-22T08:54:00.001-04:002016-04-22T08:55:55.159-04:00Glimpses<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Words that rise and fall</div>
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Are there words enough to make us each better</div>
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I didn't create the job title.<br />
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I applied for it, and I got the job. <br />
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Now, how do I move beyond it?<br />
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If a hiring manager looks at the job title, will they dismiss me based on the apparent size of the jump I need to make in order to reach their posting? Will I lose out on an opportunity I am more than qualified for, simply because my title is seemingly small in stature and responsibility?<br />
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I have read in other places, about the skills acquired simply from being a parent: organizational skills, scheduling, menu planning, budgeting, negotiation, diplomacy, counseling, to name a few. But can you really include those on a resume?<br />
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If I haven't managed people in an office setting, but have managed people in a household, does that mean I have mangerial experience?<br />
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If I have listened to different sides of an argument or discussion, and tried to help both sides come to an agreement, do I have negotiation skills?<br />
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If I have looked at a week's schedule, knowing transportation is limited, as is time, and figured out how to get people to various places, does that count as scheduling experience?<br />
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These are just some things I have been thinking about recently. As I try to find my way in the working world, to support my family and gain a little ground in this race, I understand it is not about notoriety or wealth. But I want to do my best to keep learning, find new adventures, and most of all, love my family.Holly Campbellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08267503229093142779noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3185991853693947820.post-81601546917382077822016-03-10T09:36:00.002-05:002016-03-10T09:47:10.137-05:00Vote for God?<br />
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I saw this on a church sign recently...<br />
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<span style="color: #134f5c;"><span style="font-size: large;">"Not happy with the candidates? Vote for God!"</span></span></div>
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I get the idea behind the statement, and that some churches feel the need to have catchy sayings to attract people's attention, but something about this just doesn't sit well with me.<br />
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If you know God, you know He doesn't need our vote. He doesn't want our vote. He wants us. He wants our heart, mind, soul and strength.<br />
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God's future doesn't depend on whether or not we <i>choose </i>Him. Our future depends on whether or not we <i>follow</i> Him. This doesn't imply getting a bumper sticker, going to church meetings, and contributing financially is what it means to follow Him.<br />
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It goes way beyond that, and yet not...<br />
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Love. If we love Him, we will obey Him. If we love Him, we will serve Him. If we love Him, we will follow Him. Without fanfare or recognition, but with humility and kindness. And if we love Him, we will love others... And they will know we are His disciples by our...<br />
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LoveHolly Campbellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08267503229093142779noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3185991853693947820.post-57024868580845181962016-03-02T09:10:00.000-05:002016-03-02T09:10:31.448-05:00Heaven help us. . .<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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As we continue in this direction</div>
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As we wait on solutions for greed and pride</div>
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As we listen to words spoken, promises made and promises broken</div>
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Heaven help us</div>
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As we look for the answers, but not quite high enough</div>
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As we talk through the problems that seem too insurmountable</div>
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As we hope for justice and truth to come forward</div>
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Heaven help us</div>
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Help us lift our eyes</div>
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Help us speak Your words</div>
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Help us trust and see that You know</div>
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That You are</div>
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I AM</div>
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Help us </div>
Holly Campbellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08267503229093142779noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3185991853693947820.post-55304924786702116702016-02-22T10:08:00.001-05:002016-02-22T10:08:24.975-05:00For the Invisible Ones<br />
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The pull of wanting to be seen</div>
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And yet wanting to blend in</div>
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The struggle of walking outside with a smile</div>
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Or staying in your room with a book or paintbrush or pen</div>
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The reality that life is to be lived and experienced</div>
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Paired with the reality that life can be scary and lonely</div>
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Looking at those traveling the same path</div>
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Wondering if anyone else struggles with</div>
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The pull of wanting to be seen</div>
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And yet wanting to blend in</div>
<br />Holly Campbellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08267503229093142779noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3185991853693947820.post-58697442431616472492016-02-10T09:40:00.001-05:002016-02-10T09:40:50.657-05:00The Beginning of Lent<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Today is Ash Wednesday.<br />
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On the church calendar, this marks the beginning of Lent. A season to prepare our hearts for the coming remembrance of the death of Christ, and the celebration of His resurrection. For some it can be time to give up certain things - perhaps to join in the suffering of Christ by sacrificing some habit or item that we hold perhaps, a little too closely. <br />
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Chocolate<br />
Certain TV shows<br />
Certain language<br />
Soft drinks <br />
Red meat<br />
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You get the idea.<br />
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Are these really sacrifices? Or are they ways we make ourselves feel like we are contributing something, you know, "doing our part" to remember...<br />
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Jesus knew what was coming. He went in to Jerusalem the week before His death, knowing the pain, suffering and sacrifice He would endure. And He still went. <br />
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For us.<br />
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To pay a debt we could not pay.<br />
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To conquer something we could not even begin to fight.<br />
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<br />Holly Campbellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08267503229093142779noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3185991853693947820.post-75882857195811233932015-11-01T19:29:00.000-05:002016-04-22T09:36:17.138-04:00I BelieveThere is so much going on right now, my mind is in a fog. As I dropped one of the girls off at youth group tonight, the CD that was in the car started playing a song that I love. <a href="http://www.andrew-peterson.com/">Andrew Peterson's</a> "The Good Confession". <br />
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It tells the story of a young boy who heard the call and was baptized. As he took his preacher father's hand, he was asked to "say the words" - words I learned as a child growing up in the Lutheran church. Words we memorized early on, and recited over and over. Words that are meant to be something more than just words.<br />
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The words hit me tonight, with things happening, where is my trust? Where does my faith stand? How deep does my belief go, and what do I believe? Do I believe that I truly am saved through faith in Jesus Christ, that His death on the cross was the sacrifice required by God the Father, and willingly given for me? That there is nothing I need to do to earn this salvation, except to confess my sins, accept His grace and gift, and believe that He is the Son of God. <br />
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How then shall I live?<br />
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It is a small word with big implications.<br />
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Purpose<br />
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What is it?<br />
What is mine?<br />
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When I think of purpose, I think about meanings. What is the meaning of my life here? Where will I find meaning? What does this meaning look like, feel like? Will I know when I find it?<br />
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Then I think about the "bigger than me" picture. My purpose shouldn't be about me and what I can accomplish in this life. It should be about others and what I can do to help make a difference for them. This life isn't about me. I was put here for a reason, a purpose, yes, but the focus of that purpose should be so much more than my little bubble of existence.<br />
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So I continue on this journey. . . Holly Campbellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08267503229093142779noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3185991853693947820.post-17174720519842134022015-08-25T10:05:00.002-04:002015-08-25T10:05:33.833-04:00The Day BeginsI wake to a quiet house<br />
Sounds of cars outside heading down the street<br />
I begin my morning Summer routine<br />
Preparing my lunch<br />
Making coffee<br />
Getting myself ready for work<br />
All in the quiet<br />
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Thoughts of gratitude<br />
For the people who sleep<br />
For the quiet that surrounds<br />
For the provision of all of these<br />
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Thoughts of the day ahead<br />
Of tasks to tackle<br />
Of lists to complete<br />
Of time on the clock moving constantly forward<br />
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I step out of the quiet house<br />
On to the porch near the street<br />
Making my way to the car<br />
Making my way to the office<br />
Getting myself ready for work<br />
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The day begins...Holly Campbellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08267503229093142779noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3185991853693947820.post-2213798017379074872015-07-24T11:37:00.000-04:002015-07-24T11:37:53.693-04:00Grace, Mercy and Influence<br />
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<b>Grace</b> - the free and unmerited favor of God, as manifested in the salvation of sinners and the bestowal of blessings - <a href="http://www.oxforddictionaries.com/us/" title="">OxfordDictionaries</a><br />
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<b>Mercy </b>- compassion or forgiveness shown toward someone whom it is within one's power to punish or harm - <a href="http://www.oxforddictionaries.com/us/" title="">OxfordDictionaries</a><br />
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<b>Influence </b>- the capacity to have an effect on the character, development, or behavior of someone or something, or the effect itself - <a href="http://www.oxforddictionaries.com/us/" title="">OxfordDictionaries</a><br />
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These are some of the words running through my brain this morning. There are circumstances all around us - any of us - at any given time or day, that require us to consider each of these things. What or who influences us, and what influence might we carry? Where are people or places in time where I need to offer, or ask for mercy? How do I accept the grace given to me, and extend that to others?<br />
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Consider these things for yourself. <br />
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Where has grace been extended to you? <a href="http://www.inspirationalarchive.com/1237/true-meaning-of-grace/">Here is a touching example</a>... <br />
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Is there a situation where mercy is required of you? A person that
needs forgiveness? Is there a place where you need to humbly request
mercy from another?<br />
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Do you have an influence on those you come in contact with? If so, how are you using that influence? Do you recognize it as a sacred thing, or is it a tool to accomplish a goal? Is your influence leading others in the right direction? (Hint: it shouldn't lead to you...) Are you following the right influences? (Hint: Where are they leading you?)<br />
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These are all things I am pondering, reviewing and praying about. There are so many places that aim to grab our attention... <br />
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<a href="https://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Proverbs+21:2&version=ESV">Pay attention.</a><br />
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<br />Holly Campbellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08267503229093142779noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3185991853693947820.post-31371983912151076042015-07-22T11:26:00.000-04:002015-07-22T11:28:15.108-04:00A Letter - On BrokennessDear you, <br />
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Since it isn't possible right now, for all of us to sit around the same table and sip coffee and talk about the things that are going on in our lives, I wanted to invite you to this space, this common space, to let you in on some of the things I have been thinking about. We have been through a lot in this span of life we have lived. We have traveled many different roads, most with ruts, bumps and the occasional detour.<br />
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Let me be the first to say that I am broken. WE are broken. None of us has all of the answers, none of us is perfect. If we pretend we are fine, that nothing is wrong...well, that just proves how broken we really are. Sometimes pride or fear keeps us from owning those cracks. Sometimes we don't realize that we are broken, because brokenness is all we have known. <br />
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Our faults are not to be worn as a badge of courage, a banner to wave when we feel slighted, insignificant or hurt. Our faults need to be admitted, recognized and called out for what they are. But we also need to recognize that when others present their faults to us, they are to be handled with care, mercy and grace. If there is correction needed, then correction must be given and accepted in love. If there is reconciliation needed, then it also must be attempted and if possible, accepted. **I do believe that if any party is not in the right place, then attempts for correction and reconciliation can be more damaging and hurtful.**<br />
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We are works in progress. We will not see the final result of our striving this side of eternity. But that doesn't mean we should sit back and accept where we are. We <a href="https://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Philippians+3%3A13-15&version=NIV">press on </a>and move forward. We can try under our own strength and will, but that won't last long. We will get exhausted. <br />
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There is <a href="https://www.biblegateway.com/quicksearch/?quicksearch=Jesus&qs_version=NIV">One </a>who has already done the work. Some of us may know this. We need to remember to go to Him with our faults. This <a href="https://www.biblegateway.com/quicksearch/?quicksearch=Jesus&qs_version=NIV">One </a>has carried all of our faults to a <a href="https://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Luke+23%3A33&version=NIV">hill</a>. There they were all carried on His back, nailed to His cross, and the payment was made in full. Payment for what? For this thing called sin. Sin separates us from the Most High, El Elyon, Jehovah, I AM. He is holy, righteous and just. He cannot tolerate sin. So for we who are born sinful, with faults, what does that mean? What do we need to do? We look to Jesus, ask forgiveness for our wrongdoings, accept His wonderful, <a href="https://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=2+Corinthians+9%3A15&version=NIV">extravagant gift</a>! The gift that God's Son took our faults, our brokenness, our sin upon Himself, paid the ultimate, horrendous price that was for us, and did it willingly so we could be set free. <br />
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Do you know Him? If you do, thank Him for His grace, mercy and love. Go to Him with your struggles and ask Him for direction.<br />
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If you don't know Him, please call out to Him. Go to Him with your struggles and ask Him for direction. Tell Him of your sin (confess) with a contrite heart. Ask Him to forgive your sins - by believing they were nailed to the cross when Jesus was crucified. Accept His grace and mercy through Jesus. Follow Him. Love Him. Praise Him!Holly Campbellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08267503229093142779noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3185991853693947820.post-26293054552785605352015-03-31T08:49:00.000-04:002015-03-31T08:49:00.371-04:00With Insufficient Gratitude<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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As
we approach Good Friday, humility overwhelms when I think about the
awful torture, pain, suffering and death that Jesus took upon Himself, <i><u>willingly</u></i>, that we, <i>I</i> might have the opportunity to share in a banquet with Him, the Father and Holy Spirit. <br />
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We know that this doesn't end on Friday. <br />
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Sunday
waits just beyond, with the promise and hope of a future - an eternal
future - so bright and full of joy, we cannot imagine! So it is with
insufficient gratitude that I offer a quiet prayer of thanksgiving,
knowing that He hears me, and knows me, and still loves me in spite of
who I am, or what I have done or will do...Holly Campbellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08267503229093142779noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3185991853693947820.post-91755788080638340242015-03-25T07:00:00.000-04:002015-03-25T07:00:01.609-04:00Introduction to My Story - Until I Can Come Up With a Better Title<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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About five years ago I wrote out my story out and shared it with the ladies' church group, and have also shared it more recently, in the adult Sunday School class. On both occasions, people commented on my writing, some saying I should write a book - to which I said (in my head) yeah, right. . . and then. . . hmm, should I?<br />
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While I really don't know about writing a book, the idea appeals to me. I really don't know if I have enough content to write an entire book, but I thought I would begin to write out some thoughts on different topics that relate to me and my life thus far. Thoughts on growing up, my faith, parenting, and creativity, just for starters.<br />
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I can't say for sure how often I will add to these thoughts, but my goal is to share once a week, even if it is just a few quick sentences. So next week we will begin. . .Holly Campbellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08267503229093142779noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3185991853693947820.post-43830138968606096702015-03-24T10:58:00.000-04:002015-03-24T10:58:03.205-04:00Looking for Home<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Is it possible to feel lost even though you know where you are?<br />
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Is it possible to forget where home is, even though you know where you live?<br />
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It might be losing your place, or it might be losing your connection to a place.<br />
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I was trying to work on a canvas, and I had an idea: the house that memory built. It was going to be a mixed media piece, so I began laying out different papers and words to help the process.<br />
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I completed covering the canvas with papers, and then. . .<br />
And then. . .<br />
And then. . .<br />
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I drew a blank. I didn't know what to do next. I had been drawing on ideas from my memory, patterns that reminded me of my grandma's house, the wallpaper in her living room, or dining room. I had pieces of map from the state I grew up in, I had a solid start. But I didn't know what house to add to the painting. Do I add my Grandma's farm and the house I grew up in? <br />
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As I tried to determine what to do, I realized I have no connection to those places anymore. I haven't been home for a couple of years. Grandma has been gone even longer. Different happenings in the family created a break in my connection. I had to step away from the canvas for a time. <br />
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I still talk with my parents. That connection is fully intact. There is no issue there. But the physical location has lost its pull. I am living in a different state, but this doesn't feel like home either. <br />
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My creativity seems to be at a standstill. I seem to be able to start ideas, paintings, writings, but I don't get very far before I run out of process, thoughts, ideas. All I see before me is a wall. <br />
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I have set that piece aside for a time. I think that I still have some processing to do, but I should process while I work on it. I think I need to push through that wall to see what is on the other side. There is the house that lives in my memory, and the house that my memory built, but there needs to be a home that lives where I am today, a house that holds my memories. That is the house I need to work on.Holly Campbellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08267503229093142779noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3185991853693947820.post-38193252121678255972014-08-21T14:29:00.001-04:002014-08-21T14:29:12.511-04:00I Believe. . . What do I believe?<br />
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This is a battle that takes place every day. It is a reminder of my need for something to hold on to for security. For life.<br />
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I believe...<br />
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Is it a battle cry?<br />
Is it a fact?<br />
Is it a fear?<br />
Is it a wish?<br />
Is it a command?<br />
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Is it less than any of these?<br />
Is it more?<br />
Is it all of these?<br />
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Today fatigue wears me thin. Today I need to know. To believe. I am
unable to trust my emotions today, or any day, for that matter. I need
to trust what I cannot see. Tomorrow might be better, it might be worse. What will I trust? Who will I trust? <br />
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There are days when the battle intensifies, when I know what I am supposed to say, to do, to believe. But I don't always feel that peace. Sometimes the battle is learning to <b>trust </b>that what I know to be true is more real than what I feel or think in that moment.<br />
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<a class="bcv" href="https://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?version=NIV&search=Psalm%20119:114" title="Psalm 119:114">Psalm 119:114</a><br />
You are my refuge and my shield; I have <b>put my hope in</b> your word. <br />
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<span class="bible-item-title-wrap"><a class="bible-item-title" href="https://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Proverbs%203:5-6&version=NIV">Proverbs 3:5-6</a></span><br />
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<b>Trust </b>in the <span class="small-caps">Lord</span>
with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding; in all your
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<a class="bible-item-title" href="https://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Isaiah+26:3&version=NIV">Isaiah 26:3</a></div>
You will keep in perfect peace those whose minds are steadfast, because they <b>trust</b> in you.<br />
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<a class="bible-item-title" href="https://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=1%20Peter+2:6&version=NIV">1 Peter 2:6</a></div>
For in Scripture it says: “See, I lay a stone in Zion, a chosen and precious cornerstone, and the one who <b>trust</b>s in him will never be put to shame.”<br />
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The truth is, I don't know what lies ahead.<br />
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I know Who we are called to follow. <br />
I know He knows all that goes on.<br />
I know that fear is a big player.<br />
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But God is bigger than fear.<br />
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I once heard it said: If we keep our eyes on God, all of the obstacles will seem so much smaller...It doesn't mean they disappear. It keeps our focus where it should be. <br />
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<a href="https://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Psalm%20121&version=ESV">Psalm 121</a><br />
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<span class="chapter-3"><span class="text Ps-121-1">I lift up my eyes to the hills.</span></span><br /><span class="indent-1"><span class="indent-1-breaks"> </span><span class="text Ps-121-1">From where does my help come?</span></span><br /><span class="text Ps-121-2" id="en-ESV-16084"><sup class="versenum">2 </sup>My help comes from the <span class="small-caps" style="font-variant: small-caps;">Lord</span>,</span><br /><span class="indent-1"><span class="indent-1-breaks"> </span><span class="text Ps-121-2">who made heaven and earth.</span></span></div>
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<span class="text Ps-121-7" id="en-ESV-16089"><sup class="versenum">7 </sup>The <span class="small-caps" style="font-variant: small-caps;">Lord</span> will keep you from all evil;</span><br /><span class="indent-1"><span class="indent-1-breaks"> </span><span class="text Ps-121-7">he will keep your life.</span></span><br /><span class="text Ps-121-8" id="en-ESV-16090"><sup class="versenum">8 </sup>The <span class="small-caps" style="font-variant: small-caps;">Lord</span> will keep</span><br /><span class="indent-1"><span class="indent-1-breaks"> </span><span class="text Ps-121-8">your going out and your coming in</span></span><br /><span class="indent-1"><span class="indent-1-breaks"> </span><span class="text Ps-121-8">from this time forth and forevermore.</span></span></div>
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Holly Campbellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08267503229093142779noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3185991853693947820.post-14489910519472520362014-04-30T21:38:00.000-04:002014-04-30T21:38:09.044-04:00The Price of LeadershipWhen any of us decide to step into a position of leadership, we are handed some precious responsibilities. <br />
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Upon accepting the leadership role, we also accept the glow of the spotlight. Not the light of fame or fortune necessarily, but the place in view of those who might follow, look up to us, and/or model themselves after us. <br />
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We are given a trust. We must not take that lightly. If we step into a leadership role, whether by appointment or by our own choice, act wisely. Some who look to us find connections that extend beyond a follower or a like. Some come to know us as friends. As fellow travelers through this sometimes difficult and bumpy ride. Words should be chosen and weighed carefully before being spoken. <br />
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Are you a leader? What would you say to those who step into that position?Holly Campbellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08267503229093142779noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3185991853693947820.post-45707768037244772042014-02-27T09:13:00.000-05:002014-02-28T10:14:01.080-05:00And now what?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Yesterday things were found out that really shake up a community.
Perhaps some parts of the community more than others. As I am sure is the case with any neighborhood or small town, we think these things happen other places, but not here, not in our backyard!<br />
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Is it a sign of our times; a time
of moral decay, everyone for themselves? Or is it simply something that has been going on since just after time began, in different forms, different places, but all stemming from the same place. . . the human heart. Is there anyone to blame? Are we all to blame?<br />
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Does it matter? <br />
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The question now: where do we go from here? How do we move forward, and care for the ones who need care, or the ones not involved directly, but still affected?<br />
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As parents or guardians, or caregivers we have a responsibility to those in our care. We are the adults that need to confront, comfort, converse. We are the ones who might not know all the answers and need to be honest about that fact. But that doesn't mean we can't learn. It shouldn't mean we can't listen.<br />
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My heart aches for those who felt the need to fit in, to be accepted, for whatever reason did what they did. Consequences will play out from here. I hope. Not in a harsh or vindictive way, but if we don't receive and accept discipline we won't learn to change. How many parents who have trudged through the trenches of toddler-hood don't know this? How many times (or time-outs) did we sit, second-guessing our discipline, our temper, our bruised heart for these that wouldn't take "no" for an answer for the 200th time?<br />
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Maybe we still need to say "no." Maybe we need to be available more often. Maybe we try to do everything we can, and our best still leads to this place. However we got to this point, we need to move forward. We need to take the next step, we need to love, to be the place for our children to talk, work out stresses, problems, fears.<br />
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Parents, guardians, caregivers, love your children, care for them as best you can, talk with them, listen to them. You were given these precious souls to nurture and I pray we all are able to walk through this thorny patch stronger, more humble and with more compassion. . .<br />
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<span class="text 1Cor-13-4" id="en-NIV-28670"><sup class="versenum"><a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=1%20Corinthians%2013&version=NIV">1 Cor 13:4</a> </sup>Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud.</span> <span class="text 1Cor-13-5" id="en-NIV-28671"><sup class="versenum">5 </sup>It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs.</span> <span class="text 1Cor-13-6" id="en-NIV-28672"><sup class="versenum">6 </sup>Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth.</span> <span class="text 1Cor-13-7" id="en-NIV-28673"><sup class="versenum">7 </sup>It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.</span> <br />
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<br />Holly Campbellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08267503229093142779noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3185991853693947820.post-5279057968042843362014-02-25T15:40:00.002-05:002014-02-25T15:40:56.985-05:00The Middle of Somewhere<div dir="ltr" id="docs-internal-guid-6b5a49fc-e440-2bb9-1705-686527f32338" style="line-height: 1.15; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;">
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">I take step after step, working my way across this vast expanse of thought, dream, fear and hope. There are some areas that are arid, cracked and crusty, seemingly lacking in every form of life, and yet there are other areas that are lush and green, flourishing with vibrant color and hope. Much of this journey takes me through seasons of change. Change in scenery, conditions, emotions, people. . .</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">I ponder choices. I wonder about creating. </span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">How do I experience life? How do I go about the business of living, exploring, learning? </span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span id="docs-internal-guid-283d4b7e-e94c-0a18-9cbe-1d9e105e230a" style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">I would like to think that I have importance. That I matter, that maybe I can make a difference, somehow? But, because I don’t get out and live - outside my walls - do I lack anything worth saying? I lack experiences, knowledge, activity. . . If I don’t have any of those things, what do I have to draw from, to write about? </span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span id="docs-internal-guid-283d4b7e-e94c-0a18-9cbe-1d9e105e230a" style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">Should I be writing, drawing, painting, making? </span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span id="docs-internal-guid-283d4b7e-e94c-0a18-9cbe-1d9e105e230a" style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"><span id="docs-internal-guid-46f45ac3-6ac0-9d30-16ae-50613f9889ba" style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">Do I need to rethink this? Do I need to find a purpose - a REAL purpose - for doing this “art” thing? What is my prayer? Do I have a prayer? Should I have a prayer? Why don’t I have a prayer? </span> </span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span id="docs-internal-guid-283d4b7e-e94c-0a18-9cbe-1d9e105e230a" style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">I project ideas onto people around me, thinking of things they can do to make a difference. </span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span id="docs-internal-guid-283d4b7e-e94c-0a18-9cbe-1d9e105e230a" style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">But</span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span id="docs-internal-guid-283d4b7e-e94c-0a18-9cbe-1d9e105e230a" style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">What about me? Why shouldn't I be the one looking to make a difference? Why do I feel like I cannot make a difference? What should I be doing? </span></span></span></span><br />
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