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The Great Shepherd-A Lenten Reflection on Jesus’ I Am Statements
A childhood memory stirs up thoughts of the great Shepherd. Visiting a friend whose family raised sheep, my companion and I toured the barn. We noticed a lamb’s small, woolen frame tucked in a nest of golden straw. Alone and isolated from the other sheep, a...
Wailing to Dancing, Silence to Singing (A Guest Post by Sandra Allen Lovelace)
The frustration ran deep and the journey was long. Decades of caring for anyone with a need left me collapsed on heaven’s doorstep. Lord, I’ve been serving a long time. When do I get to enjoy that abundant life I keep hearing about? Don’t get me wrong. I saw...
From the Bookshelf
I've read several books in the last couple of months and have been looking forward to sharing them with you. While the list of books I hope to read continues to grow, I never seem to find quite as much time as I'd like to indulge my favorite habit. Can anyone relate?...
Reflections on Perseverance, Faith, and Oklahoma City (The Perseverance Series-Day 5 A Guest Post with Evelyn Leite)
The year is 1995. Being a self-employed counselor is a real challenge. From time to time I say to my God, “Is this really what you want me to do?” Deep inside from around the region of my heart, I hear the answer, “Hang on.” [bbctt...
Keeping Everything in Proper Perspective-A Guest Post With Kelly Stigliano
I like my life drama-free. My first marriage had enough turmoil to last me a lifetime. I'm very comfortable with our quiet, boring routine. Our home and schedule change drastically when my daughter and granddaughters visit. Those are the changes we love. The rooms...
Persevering in Faith Like a Modern-Day Hannah (The Perseverance Series-Day 4)
The hard edges of time haven't yet lined his face, but the young man knows suffering. He's grown accustomed to fear biting at his heels; chasing him from one day to the next. Calling on God, he prays and fasts-beseeching the Lord for breakthrough. Relief from the...
The Names in the Margin (The Perseverance Series-Day 3)
Worn journals, stacked in a basket near my bedside table, reveal promises kept. I'll pray for you. When the words rolled off my tongue, I'd meant them. Some are difficult to read as if an unexpected bit of water rained down from above. Anguished prayers wrought from...
