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Where My Hope is Found-A Guest Post by J.D. Wininger

Where My Hope is Found-A Guest Post by J.D. Wininger

  Today’s world is filled with ever-increasing chaos, hatred, violence, confusion, illness, divisiveness, natural disasters, and evil. In this environment, hope can become a scarce commodity in every person’s life. As much as we Christians want to deny it...

Advent:  Week 1–The Hope Candle

Advent: Week 1–The Hope Candle

I've been away for a few weeks--crying out to God.  Praying...weeping...grieving...and daring to hope despite my fear and unbelief. This heavy burden--unfairly thrust upon precious innocents--seems out-of-place with what I would consider a plan to "work all things...

The Blessing of Being Plain Re-visited

The Blessing of Being Plain Re-visited

As a little girl I imagined my name was Tamara--so much more elegant and interesting than plain Tammy.  I wanted to do amazing things...serve in the Peace Corps...write a bestseller...perform on Broadway.  Even now--mid-way through life and buried beneath loads of...

The Feast of Matchless Blessing

I can see them in my mind.  Men--worn and thin--browned by their daily toil beneath the hot sun.  Women--their hands raw from gleaning the last piece of grain from a heavy stalk.  Children--kneeling in thanksgiving before a god who doesn't exist--hoping they'll have...

The Lonely Road

The Lonely Road

The Prodigal walks the lonely road--determined...defiant...desperate.                                                                                                                                       Knowing his need, but unwilling to turn back he heads aimlessly...

Breath of Life

She lay limp in my arms. Not a breath escaped from the perfectly formed mouth.  Her fragile ribcage failed to rise and fall and I knew her tiny heart had ceased beating.  And, for a moment, my own heart stilled.  I paused in horror as my daughter's lips, face, and...

The Farmer’s Garden

Now faith is being sure of what we hope for...Hebrews 11:1   The beautiful garden unfurled its colors near the old, gray corral--a ranching remnant from the early 1900's.  Nestled between the meandering creek and dusty country road, rows upon rows of corn,...