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Rick Nier says Woo!

So it's a bit of an inside joke around my youth group that when people say my first and last name, I answer with 'woo!' It comes from when I first started at this church. And though the reality is much less fascinating than the legend, it makes me feel good.

Everyone loves to hear their name. For other to expect an exclamation pint filled Woo afterwards only makes it feel better. But I have always felt a conflict in my blogging world because I tell people this is my search for insignificance. And I truly am searching. So why would the title include my name with Woo, as if people should be excited to see me?

Well, I shan't be changing the blog name anytime soon, but I've been pondering how I can share the love with others. Here's what I've come up with.... It's called sharing. Yeah, it's a pretty monumental idea. I will post a link or two to an article that caught my attention in the past week. It might be ministry related, or poignant, or just straight-up funny. You may find it useful or not.

I will do my best to expand my blog reading so there is variety. For today, we'll just start out with one. It's from Donald Miller on his blog. It's dated from May 28, but I'm sometimes a bit behind in my blog reading. But to this I say Woo!



Want to Make Better Decisions? Here’s a Mental Trick

I was talking with a friend recently who was going through a tough breakup. He was angry, to be honest, because his girlfriend hadn’t been faithful.

It’s easy to get caught up in a moment like that. Our subconscious, squirrel brain takes over and we want to react, vent, seek vengeance, and basically trade pain for pain.

As I talked with my friend my advice was simple.

You can find out the trick overhere

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