“I was pleased with each of your efforts,” she announced from the front of the room, “but there was one story that was especially well-written.” Could she possibly be talking about me? No, she couldn’t. After all, she knew I had been a leader in the classroom mutiny staged only weeks before.
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The Hour I First Believed
I remember it like it was yesterday. I rode on the back of a bike driven by Sandy, my sister’s friend. My six-year-old legs dangled as we sped down the hill, my arms wrapped tightly
Read moreThe Fog of Grief
Dear Jesus, I never thought these words would come from my mouth. And I’m not sure how to say this, really. But I have to try. I’ve been thinking a lot about 2013, and how
Read moreFavorite Place I’ve Never Been
The emptiness is always there, just beneath the surface. Never the focus, rarely mentioned, but ever present. But twice a year, I allow myself to feel it, raw and unfiltered. November 15th is one of
Read moreBeneath the Surface
“Basal Cell Carcinoma.” Her words ricocheted off the back of my brain before my ears actually heard them. She went on, in a voice deemed too cheerful for the moment, to describe the upcoming 4-hour
Read moreCracked Pots
I may not be the most magnificent pot in the pile, but God still loves me and has a purpose for me. AND . . . He has one for you too.
Read moreA Letter to My Enemy, by Celeste Vaughan
You don’t target just the teens, the homeless, the party animals, the celebrities, the politicians, the gangs, or even the leather-wearing Goths with multiple piercings. You target good moms too.
Read moreA Prelude to Mission Preparations
By: Jennifer L Griffith “Have I not commanded you? Be strong and courageous. Do not be afraid; do not be discouraged, for the Lord your God will be with you wherever you go.” – Joshua
Read moreFrom a Distance: Getting to the Heart of Abortion
It’s 6am and morning’s earliest light sneaks through the blinds. The warm, pink bundle stretches, then snuggles closer, deciding that cuddling in grandma’s arms is better than waking up. I look into her soft, innocent face and thank God for His goodness. New life—what a precious gift!
Read moreSometimes When We Touch
On Friday, December 14th, like many of you, I found myself glued to the television screen, barely able to comprehend the brutal words that scrolled across the bottom. “Unidentified gunman opens fire in Connecticut elementary school.
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