It’s yard sale season where I live. Every year, we rifle through our belongings and bemoan that our excess stuff has exceeded our storage capacity. We drag out the jeans that haven’t fit since college,
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It’s yard sale season where I live. Every year, we rifle through our belongings and bemoan that our excess stuff has exceeded our storage capacity. We drag out the jeans that haven’t fit since college,
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As a burnt-out missionary, I curled my toes in angst and looked for an exit as the preacher spoke on missions. A twenty-something hipster bellowed out “We will abandon it all for the sake of
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And when I pray, I believe God . . . one look at the elephant on my desk and I’m reminded that my God is still in the miracle business. I need only pray and believe.
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