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It's time

Last summer gave me quite a scare. I am in a wonderful setting now and absolutely loving life. Except for the part where my husband doesn't live with us full time but I'm hoping that will change sooner than later.

Currently I am at the RevGalBlogPals B.E. 2.0 and have been inspired and encouraged and I'm taking my name and blog back! I will not be afraid any more. I will not cower before judgementalism and ugliness. Like Popeye always said, "I yam, what I yam!" I am reclaiming my name and voice.

I learned some lessons this year and some of them were very hard but I also became sure that God has called me into ministry because of who I am and not in spite of it. Don't worry, I'm not saying that I'm perfect (so very far from it) but God loves me just as I am even though not everyone will. I think I'm fine with that. I am continuing to learn, love, and grow through the Holy Spirit, through Wisdom, through Sophia, with the support of amazing friends--especially those in the RevGalBlogPals. Thank you for this weekend! It's been wonderful and amazing! I'm already excited to see what next year will bring!

Peace, love, and blessings to you all,
Revhipchick

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Mary Beth said…
YOU GO GIRL!!!!!

Speak loud and speak proud!

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