Category: The Guest House
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Flatlining
“I didn’t know why I was going to cry, but I knew that if anybody spoke to me or looked at me too closely the tears would fly out of my eyes and the sobs would fly out of my throat and I’d cry for a week. I could feel the tears brimming and sloshing…
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November Gratitude: Pastoring
There is house in my hometown that sits up a little incline. I love that little house, and every time we pass by I point to it and tell my Bri, “There’s their old house.” He smiles patiently and never says, “I know, hon, you’ve told me that a thousand times.” You see, he understands.…
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Encouragement for Moms
“Ministry means being “all there.” It means rejoicing that you get to show your children how to peddle a tricycle, make their bed, build good memories, and share their toys with others. You serve your family, and ultimately your heavenly Father, by helping your child do that puzzle for the seventeenth time, by washing those…
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Sunday Selections: “Describing the Indescribable”
A friend recently sent me a link to an article called Describing the Indescribable. (The poem is a link within a link, so be sure to read the article, then download the poem.) It’s a wonderful piece written by Dr. David P. Murray, and it describes the darkness of depression and the way it immobilizes…
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A Taste of Heaven
One of the hardest things for Bri and me during the last three years has been our inability to be part of community. Chemo and radiation, recoveries from multiple surgeries, side effects of medications, and fatigue from the barrage my body has undergone kept us isolated for months at a time. Every time I would…
A Spring of Joy 