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6 Reasons We Can Have Gratitude
A Hobby Lobby enthusiast, my sentimental heart pitter-patters in delight when burnt orange, rust, and gold cluster on every shelf in various forms. Pumpkins, placemats, and placards boast words and phrases like “Grateful”, “Blessed”, and “Gratitude is an attitude”....
The Beauty of Prayer
When my children were small and learning to talk, I delighted in the sound of their voices and each sweetly expressed syllable. Heather spoke with a high-pitched, tinkling voice while the boys—especially Connor—had unusually deep, raspy voices for such young children....
Spiritual Insurgency
Enclosed in an empty, bleached environment I stood alone. Suddenly, a large rasping snake lifted its fierce head next to mine and whispered threateningly, “You’ve just lost.” Unusually bold, I glared at the creature and responded, “No. I. Haven’t.” Then, I awakened....
Give All that Junk to Jesus
Leaning my full weight across the body of the practical, dark blue Samsonite , I managed to partially close the uncooperative zipper--it's tiny teeth stretching in protest as I yanked on the metal grip in an attempt to coax it around the corner. No joy. Unwilling to...
When Someone You Love Loses Their Dream to Depression
“What do you dream about doing? What are your hopes for the future?” When I asked the questions, the young man looked at me—his dark glasses framing serious blue eyes. “I don’t have a dream,” he said, shrugging with something like resignation. “Then I’m going to pray...
Living Fully Ordinary
I don’t have a bucket list and I never make New Year’s resolutions. While my intrepid husband conquers mountains, launches himself from the safe confines of an airplane, or explores the waters in which bull sharks thrive; I curl up contentedly on the sofa with the dog...
Burden of Self or Hands-in-the-Dirt
Remember: A stingy planter gets a stingy crop; a lavish planter gets a lavish crop. I want each of you to take plenty of time to think it over, and make up your own mind what you will give. That will protect you against sob stories and arm-twisting. God loves it when...
