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Continue reading →: Hope is a rescue
‘Then she let them down by a rope through the window, for her house was built into the city wall, so that she lived in the wall. And she said to them, “Go into the hills, or the pursuers will encounter you, and hide there three days until the pursuers…
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Continue reading →: Hope is not a dandelion wishI decided to write some reflections on hope as I pass through Advent this year. Advent doesn’t officially start till next Sunday, so this post will be a preface to this series. I hope you’ll join me, or find some devotional like the one here, or here , or here,…
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Continue reading →: How should I order my life? Help for the drifterI struggle with what takes priority in my life. Maybe you don’t, but maybe you’re like me and it’s hard to decide what to do first, which direction you should be going, etc. I think about these things a lot. When I pray, I ask God all the time, “Lead…
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Continue reading →: Psalm 42- My paraphrase
Fathom Mag (my favorite Christian magazine) recently offered up a writing contest- your own paraphrase of a Psalm in honor of Eugene Peterson who recently went home. I didn’t submit a piece to Fathom because I’ve done some re-prioritization this past couple weeks. I’ve stepped back from putting out effort…
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Continue reading →: My cluttered brain and my grey-headed friendI have ideas all the time. All the time. My phone is full of notes I voice-to-text to save for future reference. My bullet journal is full of thoughts, ideas, to-do’s, goals, dreams, plans, appointments, more ideas. And if I had to draw a chart of what’s going on in…
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Continue reading →: Why it’s important to meditate on the Bible: A conversation between mom and son.Until about 7 o’clock this evening I felt like the walking dead. Doing some night shifts at the hospital is taking its toll on me. But I’m always surprised at how much I notice God’s presence and help when I feel especially weak. Today was no exception. My 13-year-old is…
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Continue reading →: I was Much Afraid tooMy sister prodded. She was brave charging through boundaries turning carts of questions safely hidden in my head. I knew why. I knew. It was an assumption- I’d get married. Have kids… do whatever my parents did. It weighed on me, even at ten. This idea that I would acquiesce…
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Continue reading →: Nursing : A ministry of dignity(image credit) I’m up late. Tomorrow I’ll start working night shifts at the hospital where I work as an Acute Rehabilitation nurse. It’s just temporary through the end of the year when I’ll complete my BSN… finally ( it only took 18 years). I’m up late doing research for my…
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Continue reading →: A call for the agedWhat will you do when your face frowns deep creases grow and you’ve lost your youthful glow? What when bladders can no longer contain what for years you emptied in a private latrine? Now your hands are crippled aged bones. Now your muscular thighs give out from your stroke. Now…
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Continue reading →: Tired mom, don’t give upTonight after a day of high school classes for my sons, and a day of work as a nurse in acute rehab I wanted to veg out, and so did they. I had homework (only one calss left for my BSN!), they had finished theirs. By the time I finished…
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