There are always two parts to letting go. Whether it’s a person, an idea, a dream, or a relationship, there is the letting go of the thing (which is a book unto itself). Then there
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Tag: Change
Washed Away
Hours of careful effort had etched the colorful chalk drawings into the sidewalk. They were there to brighten the day of the neighborhood and the mail carrier. They certainly brightened my day. A small gift
Read moreIn the Light of Change
Death rears its head in many forms. The recent shooting in Pittsburgh’s Squirrel Hill district hit a little too close to home. Last year, it was Las Vegas and the other numerous places. But most
Read moreSuper Heroes and Seasons of Change
It all started with the Boy Wonder. In the fall of 2005, my mom made Batman and Robin costumes for my boys. The two-year-old became smitten with Robin. I remember the morning I was awakened
Read moreChange can be good and bad, but there is One who never changes.
Circumstances may change, people may change, but Jesus NEVER changes. He’s the One we can count on no matter what we are going through now and in the future.
Read moreRunning the Hill of Change
“The worst is when the hill is at the end, because you’re already so tired, and then you have this big hill to run up.” I matched my friend’s stride along the trail, but not
Read moreThings Change
“Come, follow me, and I will show you how to fish for people!” And they left their nets at once and followed him. Matthew 4:19-20 NLT The day was normal, until . . . “I
Read moreFree to Be Content
Freedom. We celebrate freedom and toss that word around, especially around Independence Day, but what does freedom really mean? We know what the first part of the word means, but the suffix – dom –
Read moreA Whole New World
“You should not be surprised at my saying, ‘You must be born again.’” (John 3:7) The birth metaphor is more than a metaphor. Yes, the process of birth is a beautiful picture of God’s grace
Read moreEmpty Swingsets: Grieving Life’s Inevitable Changes
The swings were empty, and I was close to tears. A wooden playset was about to make me cry. It was ridiculous really. We only lived in the house for six months. (It was an
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