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Continue reading →: Why I love “The Little Drummer Boy”Dr. Russel Moore, me and my gone-to-Jesus Grandma Oleta have something in common: The Little Drummer Boy is one of our favorite Christmas songs. I read Dr. Moore’s, “In Defense of ‘The Little Drummer Boy‘” this morning and smiled. I’ve been driving through busy traffic, writing to-do lists, wrapping presents,…
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Continue reading →: Learn from my mistakesI’ve been married for over 26 years to a man I deeply love, a man who doesn’t love Jesus with me. Through our hard marriage, God has helped me see the error of my ways and led me in better ways when it comes to loving my husband. This morning,…
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Continue reading →: NineI have the ability to detach let the fog roll in and relax into oblivion. But the flowers on my table and the crisp, cool morning air draw me back to beauty. I have the ability to check-out and act like everything is fine. I can move and watch myself…
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Continue reading →: Get up! Lift them up! Take them by the hand!There’s a story in Genesis that grabs me. Abraham and Sarah used their servant Hagar in their unbelief to get for themselves the child God promised. But when Sarah finally gave birth to the son God had promised, they sent Hagar and her son Ismael away into the desert. In…
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Continue reading →: New birth memorialI don’t ever want to forget tonight when you told me “Someone else is King, not me” and you bent your knee to He. I don’t ever want this memory to fade I want it as bright as the new day that will dawn tomorrow I want to tattoo it…
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Continue reading →: Christ will redeem what seems like will never happenTonight after 13 hours at the hospital, I walked out my back door with my dog Lukas, and we made our way, as usual, the half acre back to where the chickens and goats were already roosting and chewing their cud under the stars. While I was filling up their…
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Continue reading →: I cried and I will singI cried You heard me You did not let pride win You healed my rotting heart You reached down and yanked me out of my self-made pit So I will sing I will run to you and thank you unashamed I will dance I will remember and not be silent.
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Continue reading →: Rally cry for parents on the day before school starts and the day after 2 mass shootingsHonestly, I don’t want to send them. I want to hide them in a bubble of safety and happiness. But I have no such magic powers. I do have the King of heaven’s attention though. He hears me. I know he does. And he promises to not abandon me or…
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Continue reading →: Why I stopped listening to Matt Chandler and started listening to my pastor, Jason Vance“Who’s Jason Vance?” you may ask. Nobody famous. And that’s the whole point. He’s the young church-planting pastor of my local church. A few years ago my small church closed. My pastor retired, went into a teaching ministry role and moved to Oregon. That sent me and my two sons…
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Continue reading →: How Josh Harris and I FellElevenish years ago I was ready to die on the mountain of the issue of women not working outside the home. Today I read this tweet from Jared C. Wilson: A few years back, I significantly reduced my exposure to Christian influences that prove more passionate about “issues” than Christ…
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