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Wherefore, my beloved brethren, let every man be swift to hear, slow to speak, slow to wrath: For the wrath of man worketh not the righteousness of God.
James 1:19-20, KJV

Know this, my beloved brothers: let every person be quick to hear, slow to speak, slow to anger; for the anger of man does not produce the righteousness of God.
James 1:19-20, ESV

This has been on my heart for some time; however, things came to a point of need recently. COVID has many stresses attached: the concerns for our own health, concerns for the health of others, especially already ill loved ones, concern over those without Jesus who may die from the disease, concern over this disease being used to encroach on personal liberties, and concern that COVID has disrupted some people’s commitment to the local church gatherings. …

My heroes will go away…

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A bit of my Supernatural memorabilia, taken by me, because image stuff

The sun’ll come out tomorrow, but I won’t be happy about it. At least I won’t be happy when it goes down. Because that means the last episode of Supernatural.

If you aren’t familiar with Supernatural (you have my sympathy if that’s the case), it’s been referred to as “the little show that could.” For 15 seasons it has entertained its fandom.

The story begins with Sam and Dean, two brothers, who are searching for their father. He’s on a hunting trip, and Dean hasn’t heard from him in a few days (Season 1, Ep 1).

Now, we aren’t talking deer or turkey hunting here. The Winchester men hunt monsters. Vampires, werewolves, djin, shape-shifters, even demons and angels. Yeah, angels aren’t the harp-playing benevolent cherubs we thought they were. In this case, the Winchester patriarch is hunting for the demon who killed his wife. …

A serious, non-emotional look at my identity as a writer

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I am a middle-aged heterosexual white Christian woman living in the South. And I am wondering if it is time to put down my pen.

I will be nakedly honest…I don’t want to. Ever since I was 8 years old, my all-consuming dream has been to publish novels. Yes, I have self-published a novel and a book of poetry. But that was not my dream. My dream is to publish books with a publisher’s stamp on them after having been edited and recommended or sold by an agent. You know, the old fashioned way.

But there is nothing about my SELF that has a significant voice, or at least I feel that way. I am not at all angry or bitter or put-upon facing this possible truth. Seasons come and seasons go. At the age of 20, I had the chance to realize another dream - to become a musician. I chose to stay in school, and at 52 years of age, I understand without malice that the season for becoming a musician has passed. …

And some of them are crazy

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Or murderers, or sociopaths, or angsty teenagers.

We’ve all heard of method acting. The actor “becomes” the character, some of them not breaking character at all during the entire filming. In fact, the piece that inspired this article refers to the tragic circumstances of Heath Ledger after his Joker performance. You can find that article here:

I call it the writer haze. When I am writing about a calculating, somewhat arrogant sociopath who believes herself to be more intelligent than the people around her, I am different. My posture is better, which is a good thing I suppose. I also measure my smiles, analyze the people around me, use big words, and am ruthless on Facebook. …

If so I’m screwed

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No pun intended, I promise.

I’ve loved writing since before I could spell. As a child, I was going to be the next Laura Ingalls Wilder. At puberty I amended my dream; now I was going to be the next Judy Bloom. In college, it was Emily Bronte of Samuel Taylor Coleridge. Yeah…I know.

I bounced around as college turned to grad school, marriage, teaching, children, and non-fairytale life. Most of my writing from 25–35 consisted of lesson plans, plays for my student programs, and professional development. I tried my hand at an elementary grade chapter book and a couple of rhythmic picture books I used to teach music. …

Going live without your killing your viewers

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Facebook Live has been around a while, but with the nationwide shelter-in-place, it’s getting more use than ever. From in-home concerts to meetings to training…and especially for things like church services, Facebook Live has become the go-to option.

Enter technical gaffes and difficulties.

While Facebook Live is very easy in theory, things can go wrong. And we may not be able to control solar spots, thunderstorms, or that crazy guy who ran his truck into a tower. However, we can take some steps to prevent our Facebook Live from becoming a Facebook frustration. Here are 8 simple tips to keep your viewers tuned in and prevent a barrage of “I can’t hear!” and “It’s frozen!” …

When anxiety won’t let me sleep

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Nightmares have been a part of my sleep life ever since I can remember. It doesn’t matter what I have watched on television, though that can affect the characters who appear. I just have bad dreams. My mom always said it was one of the trials of having a huge imagination. I’m not sure if that’s true.

Since we’ve been in COVID-19 lockdown, I have noticed my nightmares have upped their frequency. And the events of the day absolutely play a role in their intensity, frequency, and severity. …

Because everything works except my vocal cords

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Two weeks ago, the church I attend set up small care groups so that we could all check on each other regularly. I was the care group leader of four other ladies. I think this is a great idea. It’s a way to keep in touch in case any of us are in need. I immediately texted each of the ladies.

My husband commented, “You should call them.”

And I froze. I felt this weird mixture of panic and nausea and exhaustion. My dear husband is an extreme extrovert, and he enjoys talking on the phone. …

Because we are richer than 80% of the world

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I saw one more today, a post about how horrible the people of China are for eating bats and other animals that we in the western world find unacceptable. I’ve seen several. I’ve also seen people express outrage as they showed photos of outdoor food markets that were not as pristine as a Publix grocery store.

And while I cannot imagine eating a bat, and I don’t think I’d enjoy buying my food from an open-air market with no real health code standards, these images and posts made me angry. And they embarrassed me. …

Assembling together in 2020

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“Not forsaking the assembling of ourselves together, as the manner of some is; but exhorting one another: and so much the more, as ye see the day approaching.”

Hebrews 10:25 KJV

The above verse has been used by many to remind us that, as Christians, we need each other. It reminds us that encouraging each other is vital and that we draw strength from gathering together. It has been used to extol the virtues of worshiping together.

Sadly, it has also been welded as a primary weapon of guilt-inducing legalism.

There, I said it.

Right now, most rational churches are having remote services, and families are gathering in homes to “attend” these services, hearing the preacher preach, sometimes even singing together, at an appointed time. I can’t miss the opportunity to point out that the early church also met in homes. They didn’t have church building with steeples, organs, praise bands, or pews with a plaque letting everyone know that Aunt Vestel donated the money for that pew (which seems to violate Matthew 6:3, but I digress…). …


Laurie Livingston Nave

The downhill trip is more fun than the uphill. A 50+ year old mother, wife, nerd, musician and writer. Follow me at

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