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		<title>Where I have been&#8230;.</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[Over the past six months, I have been discovering/facing up to who I am more than any period in my life. I&#8217;ve been on mountaintops and in valleys. I&#8217;ve been in places with an abundance of light and places where darkness took over and light was absent. There comes a moment (or a few months) [...]


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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Over the past six months, I have been discovering/facing up to who I am more than any period in my life.  I&#8217;ve been on mountaintops and in valleys.  I&#8217;ve been in places with an abundance of light and places where darkness took over and light was absent.  </p>
<p>There comes a moment (or a few months) where we come head to head with who we really are.  We search our motives.  We look in the mirror.  We ask ourselves tough questions.  We listen to the answers we hear.  We wonder where God is in a deafening silence.  These places are all-at-once dangerous and life sparking.   These moments challenge us, frighten us, and move us towards forward motion or slow paralyzing death.  </p>
<p>I&#8217;ve come face to face with who (and whose) I am.  </p>
<p>When you get turned around, upside down, and inside out, you begin to question who you are and what your purpose is.   You fly from mission to mission, adventure to adventure, and idea to idea without regard for the main purpose.  Eventually, your main purpose is lost among the rubble of mismatched dreams and crumbling self-centered ambition.  </p>
<p>I had come to a place of not being inspired or even liking the person I saw in the mirror.  The mirror reflected truth though.  I had become self-centered and saturated with my own story.    The problem remains that I am not central protagonist in this story.  Or at least I shouldn&#8217;t be.</p>
<p>When I realized that I had become the center of my life, I put the emergency brakes on everything that involved self-promotion, ego, and my own significance.   This included blogging, writing music, building a resume,  Facebook, etc.   I began reading, exercising, praying, dreaming, getting outside, enjoying life away from a computer screen, and I sought a rekindling of an adventure.  </p>
<p>There is more to life than I have been representing.  My apologies.  If I become skin-deep again, I will remove myself again.  I must not be about me.  I must be all about, obsessed with, and consumed by the One that is greater than myself.   </p>
<p>I pray that as you read what I am compelled to write, you might be challenged and inspired to forward movement.  I pray that you will find something, someOne bigger than yourself.  I pray that I represent God in a way that would challenge the stereotype the world has created for Him.    </p>
<p>This is just another paradigm shift.  I am here to serve you.</p>


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