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What Gets Me
It’s the whispers that get me. Or maybe it’s the bouncing eyebrows. Or perhaps the twinkle in brown eyes. But mostly, I think it’s the feel of her molding into me, clinging to Digger Dog, as she curls up in between Bri and me under the warmth of heavy blankets. “I love you,” she murmurs,…
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Help Me, Jesus!
The comment showed up in the early morning, perhaps 7:00 a.m., in response to my previous post, Still, and I sat and cried. Here’s what it said: The I in this reading is Jesus. “I AM ABOVE ALL THINGS: your problems, your pain, and the swirling events in this ever-changing world. When you behold My…
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Wednesday Worship: Whate’er My God Ordains Is Right
I don’t remember exactly how old I was when he died. I know I was a teenager. He was the husband of one of my mom’s close friends. My brother and I played at his house often with his two children. He was a man well known and loved in our small town community. He…
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Another God Sighting…
… for those of you who have been praying, we sold our woodstove today for our asking price. Now Bri is rubbing his hands gleefully as he plans to replace it with one that will work for us. And I am rubbing my hands gleefully in anticipation of the warmth (and to create friction because…
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Still
“It is here, where we happen to be at this moment and not in another place or another time, that we may learn to love Him – here where it seems He is not at work, where His will seems obscure or frightening, where He is not doing what we expected Him to do, where…
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A Spring of Joy 