September 8, 2015
As I walked in to work this morning, one of the members of the church I work for greeted me with the word, “troubadour.” I thought it was amazingly intuitive of him to spontaneously respond to the subject matter of my mental process this morning by thoughtlessly throwing out a label for me that I have worked so hard all my of life NOT to represent. Troubadour. It conjures up images of a strangely dressed, carefree musical vagabond with instrument, roaming from town to town with no home…
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