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Matthew 2:10

Do You Have the Heart of a Magi?

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It’s been written before, long, long ago. The Magi. They had a different heart. Do you have heart like the Magi? It’s a heart that desires deeply, one that will search to no end. It’s a heart that will “go after”, regardless of the risk. And in the end? It will find the treasure. Read…

#YourStory: Kristine Brown

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This sweet Texan is simply that: sweet. She has a heart for teens and women, writing to encourage their faith walk. We met on Compel Training, both writers at the beginning of a journey. I must say, Kristine’s writing has emerged this past year right before my eyes. It’s good. Dig in and enjoy today’s testimony from Kristine…
Red leaf with title How Does Your Thanksgiving Flow over it

How Does Your Thanksgiving Flow?

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How does your thanksgiving flow? Mine? It flows. Then it stops, as though someone has turned off the faucet. Nothing. Nada. In fact, I forget. Generous heaps of thanks come to a calm. Dare I say that as a Christian? Dare I admit sometimes I become so self-centered that I forego giving thanks, even forgetting? Well, I…

#YourStory: Grace Fragoso Seay

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There is a sweet, sweet spirit about today’s guest writer. Each word she releases into the atmosphere vibrates the most beautiful melody. The words sing a song of love for people, especially the orphaned – all in the name of Jesus. Simply put: Grace’s heart is big. A cab ride to SheSpeaks 2015 crossed our paths….

Need a Good Read? Here are Two Good Books for You

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  One More Step Does discouragement ever strike you? Maybe it brings you low? How about out-of-control circumstances, are they causing life to spin? Do you feel like giving up at times? (Sigh) I get you. Rachel Wojo does, too. She faced discouragement in the midst of a broken marriage, watched as a terminal diagnosis…

How do You Handle Hard Conversations?

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She exploded.  The harsh words hammered at me. The upset mama’s child was hurt. Mine, she insisted, was the cause. Fiery darts were flying. My mama bear itched to roar. I faced a choice. How was I going to react to the uncomfortable discourse? Turn her off, run away? Suffer in silence or rupture in anger? Bellow…