On July 4th, the United States of America celebrates her freedom, a freedom won originally from England, but a freedom that continues to cost men and women their lives. Our original march toward freedom was
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Tag: Inspire a Fire
If Trees Could Talk
For about 20 years my husband and I enjoyed the benefits of a small orchard. Nothing satisfies quite like fresh fruit still warm from the morning sun. However, every spring, in order to achieve maximum
Read moreThe Father of Lights Has No Shadow of Turning
Sunlight blazed from the summer sky filling the earth with heaven’s light. Blue and I walked along our country road — Blue sniffing out critters, me whispering prayers and finding refuge beneath my Father’s wing.
The Spirit of God made His Presence known all about me as the gentle breeze whispered through the pines.
Read moreBrushstrokes of a Father
My mother would be proud of him. Seven years ago, ill with cancer and waning in strength, she surprised my dad by asking me to take her to his art show at the local senior
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Petrified. Do we get stuck in the fear of failing? Does cautious anxiety strip us of blessings? Friends from America came to the African village where my husband and I serve as missionaries, bringing with
Read moreMen and Fathers Stepping Up
The evidence remains clear: children who grow up in homes with absentee fathers face greater challenges than those who grow up in two-parent homes. Twenty-three percent of children in America under the age of eighteen
Read more3 Letters to Honor Our Fallen Heroes
“Memorial Day is a federal holiday in the United States for honoring and mourning the military personnel who had died while serving in the United States Armed Forces” (Wikipedia). These men and women are our
Read moreSprouts
As a tree sways in the wind but remains rooted to the life-giving earth, may we as adults have the flexibility to deal with the needs of our children, recognizing the unique personality of each
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I trudged along, soggy tissues wadded up in my pocket and tears in my eyes. An early morning walk to the cemetery marked the one year anniversary of my husband’s untimely death. At only fifty-eight,
Read moreWhen Haggard Praise Becomes the Glue That Restores a Family
Bless her heart. She was a haggard little thing. Feathers were askew, falling out, barely hanging on. Molting? Maybe. I’m not sure. What I am sure of is how she spoke to me this morning. My family had endured a direct and deadly hit from the enemy that nearly destroyed us. I could relate to this wren’s haggard appearance.
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