Another year, another loss. The waves of sorrow and pain come and go, from gentle swells to emotional monsoons. Some we can predict. Others come out of the blue. Pain Follows Pain My forty-two-year-old nephew
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Another year, another loss. The waves of sorrow and pain come and go, from gentle swells to emotional monsoons. Some we can predict. Others come out of the blue. Pain Follows Pain My forty-two-year-old nephew
Read moreCertain comfort in uncertain times. We crave it in the deepest parts of our souls. The world around us only grows more treacherous, more able to deny us peace and hope. However, in the midst
Read more“It was the best of times. It was the worst of times.” So begins Charles Dickens’s A Tale of Two Cities. My husband and I can say the same about the past eighteen years. After
Read moreI have the distinct advantage in this. Since I lost my own father when I was a baby, I get to choose. I spent my whole life watching Daddies in action, studying them to determine what characteristics I’d most need in a father.
Read moreLet’s face it, life isn’t fair. In fact, it can be downright cruel. My prayer journal is filled with requests that break my heart and challenge my hope. As followers of Christ, we know this life
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