tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55603789318098012152012-01-01T10:37:28.914-05:00A bend in the road isn't the end of the road unless you refuse to take the turn.Maggi Normilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00528204235502388180noreply@blogger.comBlogger71100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5560378931809801215.post-24314846609002303032012-01-01T10:37:00.000-05:002012-01-01T10:37:28.920-05:00

Well, it's 2012! I survived another year and have nothing but high hopes for the upcoming year, regardless of what those Mayans say. :) I decided to rename my blog and give it a new look. My new title represents all that I have been through in previous years. Hard times make cause some to lose their faith, but it has done nothing but reignite mine. One thing God has shown me is that with Him I

Maggihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04956956954937481545noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5560378931809801215.post-72712950585845551692011-07-29T21:58:00.001-04:002011-07-29T22:05:47.580-04:00

I have heard a lot of craziness surrounding singleness. It's almost as if "single" is a dirty word, even in Christian communities -- but here are two myths about singleness that I hear time and time again -- and I find both of them to be utterly ridiculous and without merit. SINGLES ARE SELFISH No, we’re not selfish. We’re just not desperate. We would rather remain single then put ourselves

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I have a feeling my mom is watching me from Heaven and thinking, "why weren't you like this before?" Since she passed 2 years ago (sometimes it still feels like yesterday...a memory that I would actually not mind forgetting), I have found myself doing things I never did while she was around. Sometimes I wonder if her passing somehow kicked a gear in my brain that said, "Hey, wake up! Life is too

Maggihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04956956954937481545noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5560378931809801215.post-42958573819399852852011-06-21T18:47:00.016-04:002011-12-12T18:07:14.064-05:00

"You're a holy roller. That's what I call you people. Your mom didn't raise you right. She would be so disappointed to see you going to that born again church and not a Catholic church." "I once went to a holy roller church. I sat in the back and just laughed. I thought it was hilarious to see people raising their hands and putting their hands on other people to pray for them. It was so funny!"

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 Every now and then a story comes along that grips you and won't let go. Louie Zamperini has one such story. From the moment I began Unbroken: A World War II Story of Survival, Resilience, and Redemption by Laura Hillenbrand, I was captivated by the story of how a poor kid from California, the son of Italian immigrants, went from being an incorrigible child to an Olympic runner and eventually, a

Maggihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04956956954937481545noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5560378931809801215.post-11579080789298976902011-05-13T19:51:00.000-04:002011-05-13T19:51:45.783-04:00

Yesterday I was driving home after a long day at work when I witnessed a bicyclist, on the side of the road, standing next to his bike with his headphones on…dancing. It was quite a sight to see! And it got me thinking… How much of us enjoy life so much that it makes us want to dance? I had to give the guy credit. He obviously didn't care who saw him and he had a huge grin plastered on his face.

Maggihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04956956954937481545noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5560378931809801215.post-35809709917140253962011-04-28T17:31:00.004-04:002011-04-28T21:09:11.229-04:00

We know that from the moment we're born our time on earth is limited. We may be here for 1 day or 100 years. And yet, death never comes easy. Even for those of us who believe our loved ones are in a better place, the loss still stings. In the late 90s my Uncle Will was diagnosed with terminal cancer and passed away in 1995. Soon after, my aunt Kay (my favorite aunt) began feeling unwell. I

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