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The Bread of Life–A Lenten Reflection on Jesus I Am Statements
The late afternoon dims—subdued by opaque particles of white drifting through the air. Like the snow, my mind wanders. Winter’s austere beauty leaves its impression, yet I long for spring. For awakening. For the appearance of buds peeking shyly from the ground;...
Hope Despite the Unraveling of the Known
Moonbeams give way to the bolder light of morning; shades of fuschia, mauve, and coral brightening the shadowy landscape with the promise of a new day. Change is inevitable. Sometimes, we can see it peeking over the horizon and remain unsurprised. At other times,...
Dancing With Jesus
Grandpa smelled of comfort; the rich, warm scents of coffee and Aqua Velva. Quiet and witty, his brown eyes glinted when I'd beg him to play. Just one more time, pleeease. We'd construct palaces of red, yellow, and blue rectangles or clutch our stomachs as my...
Beautiful Warrior Book Review
As soon as the words slipped off of my tongue, my son raised a brow. "You're not 'just one Christian woman'. Mom, you're a powerful woman of God. You are a warrior." Surprised by his assessment, I paused and then felt a prompting from within. You are a warrior. ...
Brokenness is Not God’s Plan
Just a few years ago, fear and depression nearly took him from me. Threatened to steal the world of his mischievous smile, the one that tilts the right corner of his mouth like the crescent moon on its axis. But, as I rejoice over his presence and delight in the...
Sticks and Stones May Break My Bones, but Words… (Guest Post by Kathy Collard Miller)
You most likely know the old saying, “Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me.” Our mothers may have said that to us to try to relieve the emotional pain we encountered by our peers, but to believe that lie is to ignore the power of...
Three Truths About God’s Calling on Your Life
Seventy-five pages populated the Amazon queue after I filled in the search box, “books about God and purpose." Women yearn to know, Do I make a difference? Does my life really matter? How can changing diapers, or shuttling children from one event to another, or...
