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I love Jesus. I love Scripture. I like people. I like diversity. My interactions and follows do not equal endorsements or reflections of doctrinal alignment.

Houston, TX
Joined June 2010
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I’m so grateful to know Jesus. He’s my hope when life won’t fix. My joy here where sorrows never cease. He is healer of my heart. Mender of my soul. The Keeper who will never let me go. He is my light, my sun, my moon and stars. A shelter in my youth. My all as I grow old.
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This is our big daddy. His name is Cooney. Not to be confused with his wife Coonzey or their twins Coonley and Coonbey. Yes, I can tell them all apart and don’t mess with me about it either.
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I can’t quit laughing at this picture Keith just found on his game camera app from the ranch. It looks like an album cover.
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You might be an empath if you’re driving past pumpkin patches feeling sorry for all the unpicked pumpkins.
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Just got home from an overnight trip to watch my grandson play varsity football. It was such a blast! I don’t think we sat down the entire fourth quarter. Won by 1 point. I think I could like it. It’s not basketball, mind you. But it was pretty dang good. And he’s pretty dang wonderful.
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Something kinda fun happened last night on my flight back from New England where I taught this weekend. Flight attendants came over to me and told me it was my 35th anniversary with status on United. Said, Mrs. Moore, you have spent a LOT of time with us. And they gave me treats!
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Overheard Keith on the phone with the receptionist at our vet ordering Pecos a prescription refill. She said, “and what is your pet’s name?” My mind went off thinking of all the names she hears. Honeycakes Bad Dog Bubbers Nubbers Snootdoggy Bob Marge Whoopsie Daisy CutieWutie Froggy Corncakes 666 TaterTot Chewbarka Shinyhiney Or siblings: Rose & Bud Tik & Tok Aggra & Vating Makes me wanna work there.
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NBA basketball season begins this very second!!!!
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Aaaaaaaaand, I have a new big screen tv on the wall this season so don’t think I won’t be able to tell you if the refs have made a bad call. I hope they’re scared.
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I heard a whisper in the autumn wind, “Let there be pie.” And there was. Y’all know good and well this is a buttermilk pie because I had the buttermilk out for making biscuits yesterday. Keith, @MelissaMoore77 and I had pie for breakfast. (I keep a stick of butter in the freezer for making crust.)
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Need I say Moore?
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Y’all come on over.
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Pecos is so happy in this cool weather, she’s nearly taken me out dragging every loose tree limb on our property right past me.
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It’s Houston’s best day!
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I dream of a world where a pump top pumps.
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All the songs in the world and I wake up singing oh Danny boy.
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Just a typical Saturday morning in the woods, checking the trash bin for naughty critters and providing a limb for their escape. Following the example of our Lord, friend of sinners, I am Beth, friend of critters.
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I’ve been doing a lot of thinking about the risks involved in believing that people are who they present to be when you lack the benefit of being close enough to discern something different. Obviously the recent arrests of Seth and Heather Day prompted this wrestling match because I wrote the foreword for their book and once invited Heather to speak in a session of living proof live as I did two other women of similar age. I wanted my audiences to get to know these younger teachers. Before I proceed, a disclaimer is necessary. The Days have not been heard by a court of law and remain, in the eyes of the law, innocent until proven guilty. So, I don’t know how much or how little of what I assumed will turn out to be true. Fact is, I may never know. At the end of the day, only the Ancient of Days knows. But the risks are always true and how are we to handle them? Think about Ravi Zacharias, for instance. He made charades an art form. How were the many people who endorsed him and invited him onto their platform to know he wasn’t him? We could—as I’ve seen people say and don’t blame them—never believe any Christian leader we don’t know well. Listen, I’m one of them and I too am struggling with the same questions you are. A couple of nights ago, I was with 4 fellow Christian author/speakers and we talked about the same thing. One of them said, “Some people recommend only trusting the dead saints but think how many things we’ve learned about some of them.” Good question, right? So is no one genuine? No one is Jesus. That’s for dang sure. He alone can be trusted completely. Jesus, have mercy on us. Jesus have mercy on me. I’ve been graced beyond comprehension by God and, without the cross, am ruined. Without holding onto Jesus for dear life, I would never have learned to walk with any level of consistency. I’m going to be thinking more about this serious conundrum but, so far, I’m imagining the tension is unavoidable. The risks are even unavoidable unless we give ourselves over to cynicism. Each of us must decide these matters for ourselves but, for me, cynicism is as great a risk as proving foolish to have believed. The apostle Paul was sure John Mark couldn’t be counted on in ministry after he’d abandoned the mission. Yet in his final letter, he literally called for him because he had been so “helpful to me in my ministry.” Sometimes we are wrong about people. And, even if we were right, people really can change. I’m not willing to give that up. To give that up, I have to give up the gospel. I’ve been reflecting on Jesus‘s parable of the wheat and weeds. He talks about how careful we must be in pulling up the weeds because we could pull up wheat with them. Drawing conceptually from that parable, it seems to suggest to me, if we just go tearing out everyone who’s anything like the people we wrongly believed, we’re going to pull up others who were genuine. This is not me trying to get you to believe me. If it’s safest for you not to, you have my blessing and understanding. This is me wrestling with the same thing you are. Lord Jesus, am I to believe no Christian leader is who he or she presents to be? Someone’s going to reply that we are to judge them by their fruit. Yes! Absolutely! But some of these appear to have had very good fruit. Think of Ravi. Plastic fruit can look like real fruit even from a few yards away. Here’s where I’m landing for the time being and, really, I don’t even like it. I’m not going to write any more forewords. Period. But I’m also not going to stop believing in younger Christian leaders who seem legit and refrain from cheering them on. I’d rather take the risk. People took the risk on me who weren’t living in my house and couldn’t see what was going on in my home or in my personal life. They took a chance on me. I’m going to take a chance on people. And if I prove a fool, well, I’ve been foolish before and will be foolish again.
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I got so much out of your replies, you guys, even from people who differed. 90% of those were in good faith. I’m always helped by healthy dialogue. Thank you for taking the time!
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Houston TX, our high is 85° today! Consider me high-fiving all 2 million of you!
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