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Monthly Archives: February 2016

Why I’m Stopping Mid-Series and Taking a Minimum Two-Week Blogging Break

Dearest Blog Readers, My iPhone died late this afternoon. I tried a bunch of things and nothing’s working to fix it. Looks like I’m going to have to bring it into AT&T tomorrow to see what’s wrong. For some odd reason, the temporary death of my iPhone caused me to have a significant revelation this evening. Something…

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  • Tom BaunsgardFebruary 23, 2016 - 4:32 am

    Amy, remember that there is no guarantee in anything accept for God’s infinite Grace! And Grace IS enough.ReplyCancel

  • Monica Anderson PalmerFebruary 23, 2016 - 3:33 am

    I am praying for you Amy Pederson. This past week, heck…the past 35+ years have been all about learning OVER & OVER how to get out of God’s way. It should be my morning mantra, and every minute after. I’m thick that way. I haven’t arrived. Not even close. I’m proud of you…so go and get some #soulfood and let Jesus meet you where you are. He loves you and he’ll grieve with you. If you need anything just call, but I’ll be praying for the mercy of Jesus to be overwhelming through this journey. HUGS!ReplyCancel

  • KrisFebruary 22, 2016 - 10:44 pm

    Wow, I think we are soul sisters. I think after reading your love letter to friends, your sister’s journey and now your expression for the need to grieve, I have to visit with you at some point, While I often look forward to your posts, I completely understand and admire your ability to just listen to your heart hence telling you to take time to rest/listen/create. I am praying for you and want your open Godly spirit to shine through in all you do. Most importantly, for you to feel the power of the support and love of your friends…..some you know well, others you are yet to meet.ReplyCancel

A Letter to the Friend I’ve Neglected

Dear Friend, I sigh as I sit down to type this letter. Do you know why? Because I’ve neglected you. I’ve outright neglected you. It’s not okay. It’s simply not okay. Back in the day, we were best friends. You’re so humble, kind and gracious to have still called me best friend this past year. But I’m…

That Cool Girl

This is a guest post written by my younger sister, Tiffany, who has a diagnosis of schizoaffective disorder, bipolar type. Tiffany has shared a monthly guest post on my blog since February 2015. The purpose of these posts is to raise awareness of what it’s like to live with mental illness. I’m also hoping the posts will help readers recognize…

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  • smcFebruary 20, 2016 - 11:25 pm

    I think we taught each other how beautiful friendships can be. We were exactly right for each other at just the right moment. Just a little chick cracking out of an eggshell.
    I often regret my lack of understanding & commitment during those really tough years. When you needed me most. I feel grateful to hear your perspective is different.
    You’re such an important person in my life, Tiff. I can’t imagine who I’d be had I not met you.

  • Tom BaunsgardFebruary 20, 2016 - 6:40 pm

    Nice post Tiffany!ReplyCancel

  • Denise KormanFebruary 20, 2016 - 1:26 am

    Great read Tiff !ReplyCancel

A Letter to the Woman Who Wanted to be My Friend

Dearest You, I’m pretty sure you wanted to be friends with me. You reached out to me. Personally. On more than one occasion. FOUR times to be exact. I’m quite embarrassed to admit that I declined all four invitations. Why did I say no? I don’t know. I’ve likened myself to you more than once. I see myself in you….

A Letter to the Friend Who Figured Me Out in Six Days

Dear Friend, From day one, I knew there was something special about you. We were kindred souls somehow. I found out you were from Canada, took a couple glances at your husband, and proceeded to initiate our first conversation with the most absurd question ever. “You don’t happen to know who Ann Voskamp is, do you? Because your…