by Jean Wilund Why did we want children? My friend Bev and I often asked each other this question. Usually with a laugh, and especially when our young daughters played together. My Carolyn and her
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The Power of a Name – Elohim
by Jean Wilund Names create powerful images in our mind. People throughout time have put tremendous thought into naming their children. Some should’ve probably put a little more thought into it. (Phelony? Her parents must not
Read moreWell, I Reckon
by Jean Wilund If you use the word reckon, you may be from the South. Well, I reckon I’ll win this time. (Bubba from South Georgia) Or you may be the apostle Paul. Likewise you
Read moreThe Independence Day Celebration to Eclipse All Others
Happy Independence Day! Fireworks boomed all around me. But I couldn’t see a thing. My bones shook from the reverberations. But a thick forest of trees blocked my view of the brightly colored lights
Read moreWhy Can’t God’s Highest Purpose Be My Comfort Instead of His Glory?
Aha! Ever had an “Aha moment?” Like when you discovered coffee is amazing. Or that you needed reading glasses. We’ll probably experience lots of aha moments in heaven. For now, we have lots of head-scratching
Read moreOur Losses Reveal Our Hope
I lost my entire lesson on Living Hope. I stared in disbelief at my computer screen. The last three weeks of my Bible study notes evaporated. Including my lesson on Living Hope that I was due to teach
Read moreBut I Taught Them To Love You, God
Our children will love God even more and better than we. That was our plan, right? We’d teach them well, and they’d believe. Even better than we. But what if that plan failed? What if
Read moreIs That Your Final Answer?
The tense music begins as game show host Regis Philbin stares into the eyes of the contestant. “Is that your final answer?” he asks. The once-confident contestant now second-guesses everything she ever knew. If she picks
Read moreOld Truck, New Nature. Out with the Old, In with the New.
Out with the Old . . . Bev looked at her son and smiled. “You’re five years old today, J.T. You’re getting so old.” J.T. melted into a puddle of tears. “My goodness, son. What’s
Read moreFrom Lost to New Life: The Tale of a Traffic Circle Boot
Lost It all started with a lost workmen’s boot stranded on its side by our new traffic circle. The poor, lost boot littered the road until a gracious rescuer happened by. The boot’s hero stood
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