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Now graduated from her role as a homeschooling mom of 8, Dawn Camp devotes her time and love of stories to writing her first novel. She enjoys movie nights, cups of Earl Grey, and cheering on the Braves. She and her husband navigate an ever-emptying nest in the Atlanta suburbs.

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  1. How is it possible that my kids do the same labeling and libeling of their fellow home schooled tribe? And when our St. Bernard is overbearing and a little-too-friendly, they excuse him because he’s a “home schooled dog.”
    I love it when we gather around truth in this space and find courage to give “the wave” to one another in real life. Oh, Dawn you are my people!

  2. I pray God will give me his eyes to see myself and others as He sees me. To drop all the preconceptions I may have in my mind before I even realise it. Wouldn’t it be amazing to just see and love others as God sees and loves us, without the influence shaped by our circumstances, family, society getting in the way of openly welcoming and/or starting that conversation with our sisters in Christ. I pray my life and thoughts move more in the life of the spirit and less in the life of the flesh. The sisters I’ve found here honestly are my treasured lifeline x I hope I’ve made sense here! Great post!

    • Oh, Jas! I’m so thankful you’ve found a lifeline here—it is a treasure! Yes, we don’t even realize all the ways our circumstances and experiences influence our perceptions. God give us grace not to let it all get in our way.

  3. Dawn,
    Your post reminds me of how early Christ followers drew the symbolic fish in the sand as a way of saying/asking, “I am a Christ follower….are you?” If the person returned the gesture and drew a fish in the sand as well, they knew they were brothers/sisters. There so many symbols and gestures of hatred and segregating ourselves….Aside from a secret handshake, I suppose we need to follow Christ’s example and simply love those who are different in some ways than we are and look for the similarities. Let us be instruments of peace, not division and discord. I have two things: my words and my actions. You’ve challenged me as to how I’m going to use both today….this week, as I look to see the way Jesus did. Nice job!
    Bev xx

  4. Dawn,

    This world is full of animosity. People are so full of hate. We don’t take the time to get to know each other. It is simply you’re different-black, Asian, etc. Our preconceived notions take over. We kill or hurt others based on bigotry. I worked at a university where there were a number of Muslims going to school. It is easy to be nervous around them. Once you got to know them & realize that they are just ordinary people born to a different area & religion than us. They still need medical help & education like the rest of us. I love talking to older women – (I’m 53). We have more in common than one would think. We have dealt with aging parents & our own aging problems. We enjoy laughing about life. I say we drop our preconceived notions, get eyes like Jesus had & start loving each other no matter what!

    Blessings 🙂

    • Life would be so much simpler if we could just shed those things and see through fresh eyes. We’re all dealing with so much of the same stuff, it just may look a little different on the outside.

  5. Dawn, thanks for shedding light on women mentoring women.. it’s a given in most churches.. I have participated 3years now in a program at church called heart to Home.. we followed Joneal Kirby’s book Heartfelt . Its been immensely helpful to us older and many younger women! It’s a monthly joyful meeting in an “seasoned “ woman’s home and along with a few other (older) seasoned women serving dinner and then sharing practical wisdom and personal experience making relationships with godly women in all seasons of their lives. I have been blessed and encouraged as an older woman more than I can say and have so much love for the many women I’ve met and friended with! God expects us to connect as His Word professes.. so do it! Take the plunge and begin a group.. we have over 80 women and 8 groups and counting. Last night our church hosted a Shane & Shane concert with 850 people audience ! We sang and we were all His people praising and worshipping our great God and Savior Jesus! I pray we continue in this very place to grow and share being one people in mind and Spirit \0/ happy Sunday!

  6. This is so true. I’m a runner, well, jogger really but that’s not the point, and runners will wave to each other in a sign of solidarity, community and shared experience. We as women really are the worst. I dress more for other women than myself or my husband, I worry most about girlfriends will think of my choices, my parenting, and even my choice of cocktail!!
    What if? What if? Such great questions.
    I thinking communicating you’re one of people to someone who’s different to me is about finding the common ground, however small, and starting there. Birthday in October? Great! Great Aunt called Mildred? That will do.
    Let’s look for what unites us not what separates us.
    Thank you for painting such a vivid picture for me.

  7. Our pastor gave a great message this morning, about what it really means to belong to Jesus and how to behave with more the mind and thoughts of Christ than our own. I was truly convicted and am asking the lord to help me be an imitators of his love, laying down expectations, both of the flesh and it’s emotional roller coaster at times.
    Personally, I need a woman’s retreat, to get truly centered.
    I am so grateful for His grace believe me, but I am still impatient and not gentle enough with myself, yet, wondering how can I truly be gentle with others? My doing and feeling get tangled, and then I feel so less, and for go His unconditional love. I so appreciate all the women who share their struggles, that personally men or husbands do not understand.
    Oh hide me Jesus, lover of my soul.