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Three Reasons People Lose Hope (and What to Do About It)
The house seems to hush in understanding as I silently weep and misshapen shadows wrap around me in quiet comfort as tears slide onto my pillow. Almost routine now, I raise my hands in prayer for my 3 a.m. meeting with God. Lord, you are my hope. I know you will never...
The Light Always Shines Brightest in the Darkness
Thunder rolled across the Montana prairie in a rage and ragged flashes of lightning weaved across the sky in a wild frenzy--showcasing its dangerous beauty. The wind lashing against the A-frame farmhouse sounded high and sharp, like a train whistle as it hurried...
Ask, Seek, Knock: A Christmas Story
Ask. Seek. Knock. These are the familiar words from scripture I’m reminded of as I read about the wise men from the East. “After Jesus was born in Bethlehem village, Judah territory— this was during Herod’s kingship—a band of scholars arrived in Jerusalem from the...
Feel the Father’s Heartbeat: A Day for Gratitude
Gray and forlorn, the skies promised rain and I tucked the first holiday CD into the disc player. The lonely strains of I’ll be Home for Christmas reminded me of all that was missing, and I glanced at the sweet boys playing near my feet. Chunky, plastic blocks and...
From the Bookshelf
If you're hoping to discover a few good reads this fall, take a peek behind these book covers. They are sure to edify, challenge, and encourage your heart. [bbctt tweet="I'd forgotten to breathe in life and Light in the middle of mothering, marriage, and messy life."...
Living Out a Christ-Shaped Love in Opposition to Discrimination
Quiet and overweight, the new girl in school was an easy target. She’d shuffle down the hall in nondescript clothing, her unkempt hair hanging across her face as if it knew she longed to be hidden. A year younger than she, I don’t recall her name although I remember...
Three Keys to Battling Depression: How to Wage War on Behalf of a Loved One or for Yourself
Only God can intervene. He gives me glimpses of hope and occasional moments. Hours. Sometimes a day or two of beautiful, bright light shining from the typically shuttered eyes of the young man I love and adore. Once upon a time, mirth danced in those eyes but the...
