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When Your Whole Life Gets Eclipsed
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Continue reading →: When Your Whole Life Gets Eclipsed“I don’t think I ever realized how hard it could be to just keep going,” I said to my friend. She looked at me long and nodded her head, “I know,” she said. It’s not like there had never been hard moments, long days, or suffering. Of course there had…
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Streams in the Desert
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Continue reading →: Streams in the DesertWhat if you lived as though you have nothing to prove? The words were written in red ink at the top of my essay. My teacher was responding more to the content of my words than the structure of my essay. Who knew how many times those words in red…
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Continue reading →: The Gift is in the Living
“I just want to know that it matters.” It was the day after I had two friends come over. We sat at my kitchen table and drank coffee poured from the silver carafe in the kitchen. There was fruit, banana chip muffins, cinnamon swirl coffee cake – a shared table.…
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Continue reading →: Stand
I opened the message and I couldn’t believe my eyes. “In verse 13 it says, “and when you have done all you can do to stand, stand therefore…” When you have done ALL you can do to hold yourself up and keep yourself together, keep standing with your armor that…
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My Divine Privilege, Part 1
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Continue reading →: My Divine Privilege, Part 1We got called about taking a set of twins the week my husband’s father was dying from cancer. We were driving to the hospital in Pittsburgh and I stared at my husband in disbelief. “You’ve got to be kidding me,” I said. We were still in the hospital a week…
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Continue reading →: He Made You to Be You
“You laugh loud,” He said. I laughed again and inwardly cringed. Was that a good thing or a bad thing? Being told something open-ended like “you laugh loud”, is a huge deal when you’re seventeen. Seventeen is right smack dab in the middle of living in a constant tussle of people-pleasing…
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GOD RESTORES
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Continue reading →: GOD RESTORESHe walked out the back door, carrying a little brown basket. “I’m going to go swing with Ryan, okay Mom?” Ryan was the miniature doll he borrowed from Grandma’s house; the doll that was tumbling around in the brown basket he carried, my little Cub, as he ran across the…