It wasn’t like I turned my back on God. I just couldn’t fit Him in my schedule. The birth of our third child pushed me over the edge – the pages of my carefully crafted day planner fluttering in the breeze. Normally, I spent time in Bible study and prayer in the morning after the…
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I don’t know what I was expecting. World peace? The end of poverty? But when I asked the six felons at the table around me what they wanted for Christmas, they responded in unison. “Papers!” “Papers?” I naively asked. “Yeah. Parole papers,” the one closest to me explained. “We want to be home for Christmas.”…
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Though he stumble, he will not fall, for the LORD upholds him with his hand. Psalm 37:24 NIV “Spencer! Spencer!” Amy called around the house looking for her son. Hearing stumbling from above, she walked to the stairs. On the top stair was Spencer – seizing. In distress, he had been searching for his mother….
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But godliness with contentment is great gain. For we brought nothing into this world, and it is certain that we can carry nothing out. – 1 Timothy 6:6-7 “If only we lived near ski slopes again, then I could be a professional skier,” said my son, presenting a fair argument for packing up and moving…
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Buhfai Tham means a ‘handful of rice’. It’s a ministry started in Mizoram, India one hundred years ago. The ladies, though they have not much more to give, set aside a handful of rice each meal to give to the church as their tithe. The church then sells the rice in order to sustain her…
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“The ability to simplify means to eliminate the unnecessary so that the necessary may speak.” ~ Hans Hofmann “Hey!” Kendall walked into the kitchen. It was the twinkle in her eyes more than her excited tone that captured my attention. “Can you come here for a minute?” I dried my hands on a towel and…
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The smell was so bad he was embarrassed to take friends to lunch. My husband drove a burgundy Saturn in the early days of our marriage. And it stunk. For a male, a little stink in a car is like a trophy. What guy wants his wheels to smell of strawberries and roses? But over…
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Sometimes we wonder if anyone is really paying any attention to our words; if there’s any value in getting them down. There are times Solomon’s words echo through my head, “Of the making of many books, there is no end.” And I wonder if it is a worthy effort to add my own volumes–whether bound…
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