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When A Shed Becomes Holy and A Mess Becomes His

As the worship service progressed, I could feel it. A gnawing sense of “trying” to draw close to God…………..and failing. Have you ever felt the wall? My heart longed to know I was in His presence. My soul yearned for some type of “feeling” that He was right there. But my mind continued to wander... Read more

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God Knows Just What You Need

 Last August, our daughter left for college leaving the last of our kid’s bedrooms empty. It felt so strange to walk from room to room and see perfectly made beds……. every single day. Tim and I were determined to embrace this new chapter of life together, but I wouldn’t be honest if I didn’t say my heart... Read more

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When Darkness Hides The Sunrise and Facing Dawn is Hard To Do

I remember sitting on the beach and watching my last sunrise with Nick. Much like this morning in Kentucky, the dark clouds attempted to hide what I knew was tucked right behind them. I knew they could try to mask the beauty of that morning, but they really had no power. The sun was still rising.... Read more

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Finding God in Your Mess

I somehow managed to avoid it for months. Endless craft supplies, all kinds of notebooks, and enough glue to hold together every science fair project in the county. I’m not sure if it was the hard work I was avoiding or the precious memories I would surely face along the way. Messes are like that, aren’t they? We... Read more

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My Personal Journey to The Shack: How One Book Changed Me

I can remember the moment like it was yesterday. Sitting in my bathtub, of all places, and hearing someone calling from my front door, I recognized Cheri’s voice immediately; and from my bathroom called back, “Come on in.” When your son has cancer and you’ve been told there’s nothing else the doctors can do, you stop caring about the condition you’re... Read more

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When Your Hands Are Just Too Full

I knew I had overestimated what I could carry in one trip. Two large notebooks A Bible A tub of colored pencils And my purse……….. The trip from my car to the house didn’t seem that far – until I closed the car door (with my foot) and turned to walk inside. I could feel the wobbly... Read more

 

Why I’m Glad Pennies Still Matter

In a world where everything seems bigger and louder than ever before, I love the thought of a tiny copper coin still having a voice. ——————————————— A purchase today may cost several hundred dollars, but there’s a good chance the total will still end in some sort of cents…….. “That’ll be 265 dollars and 23 cents.” I don’t know... Read more

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I’m a Woman…….And This is Why I’ll Walk………Not March

I’ve held a few signs in my life. The one I treasure most said, “Last day of chemo!” and I remember grasping it so proudly alongside my husband and son who a year later lost his fight with cancer. Signs definitely speak. And our family definitely had a message to deliver to the world on that special day.... Read more

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When Sunrise Speaks to the Wonder of Today

I miss the dusty roads of my grandparent’s farm in Oklahoma. My roots are forever there, woven into and wrapped around the glistening pebbles, sandy soil, and colorful wildflowers covering every surface. In some ways, it feels like a hundred years since I ran through a sprinkler in my grandpa and grandma’s yard, played the piano... Read more

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Unwrapping Joy This Christmas Morning

I’ll never forget the first time I walked into a jail cell. Metal bunk beds Concrete floors Cinder block walls Even the faces of the women seemed hard and cold Freedom and joy, like distant memories, had faded from their eyes. Holding only our Bibles, I remember feeling as if  we surely looked disappointing. We held no... Read more