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Last week was beautiful. The sun came out, temperatures rose, and walkers showed up in the neighborhood. Today, though, it is snowing again, covering over the hopeful ground with another…
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“Mommy, watch!” She twirls through the living room, nightgown billowing around her legs. “Watch me!” she pleads, spinning and dancing in the hope of her mother’s regard. “Please notice me,”…
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The morning lies on the brink of light as I open His book. He joins me there, guiding my hungry eyes to truth; my thirsty heart to living water. He…
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When we moved here nine years ago, we didn’t know a single soul. Our first priority was finding a church, and we settled on one filled with younger people. I…
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My gift from Bill this Christmas was an electronic picture frame, the kind that you load with digital pictures from your phone or computer, and it randomly scrolls through them…
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When I started blogging, it quickly became apparent that I had no idea what I was doing, so I signed up for a writers’ conference in hopes of finding help…
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The heavens tore open that night as a peasant girl labored in darkness. Music flooded the space between heaven and earth. A flaming, blazing ball of gas appeared from nowhere,…
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A hard rain was falling that afternoon, and I was eager to get home. After a long day of doctor appointments in the city for my son Ben, I loaded…
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There is a leaf missing from my Thanksgiving table. Where once it seated eight or more, the old table is now reduced to a small square. I am hard-pressed to…
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My son Ben loves competing for Special Olympics, and has a giant collection of medals and ribbons from various meets and tournaments. He participates in eight different sports, and every…

















