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My History

 Here is the link to the blog I started seven years ago. I am not sure how long it will be on the web, since I can no longer access it. But it's here for now. It gives a glimpse into the last few years of our journey, and what brought us to where we are now.  

Born to Know Him Blog

    There's a lot I would change about my approach to writing when I started my "Born to Know Him" blog. I was too worried about what people in my immediate cultural circle would think about what I wrote, so I toned everything down. Glossed it up. I made sure I presented everything in a beautifully wrapped package with as few mistakes as possible. 

    Now? what you see is what you get. It's not symmetrical. It's not perfectly even and precise. There's no pretty wrapping or perfect bows.  But it's powerful. I'm going somewhere on these rough hewn steps, and I'd love to bring y'all along on the journey. 

    Come with me! Start your own blog and share it with me. I want to hear what you have to say. 

    Together, we are strong. Together we change society. Together we create a new normal that honors the Father. 

    Carry on, my strong friend. 



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