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When the Lord first nudged me to wheel the grocery cart into the stall specified for them, I did it without question. But then there was a next time, and a next time. Every time I went to the grocery store, I felt the Holy Spirit gently reminding me to put the cart back. I found it a little irritating. I have to confess that I very rarely put the cart back before this, and my conscience did not suffer for it. I wasn’t inconsiderate. I put the carts where they could not damage any cars. I often anchored them…
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My confessions start when I was very young. It all started with the maroon polyester pantsuit. Feeling ugly and uncomfortable, I remember sitting on the sidewalk refusing to go anywhere in that garish monster of an outfit, wishing I could scrape the itchy thing off like Job’s boils. And then the persistent diet of fried eggs in the morning. Is anything worse than the viscous undercooked egg white slipping down the throat? It became clear to me that it was time to part ways. I filled the old stained Samsonite suitcase with all my belongings and somehow managed to haul…