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Dear Teacher, We Praise God for You

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(The picture above was clicked by my son and possibly your student, Joel Woods, as we drove to school one foggy morning.) This post may contain affiliate links. They don’t seem sufficient. The words, they’re not enough, but this post tacked in the blogosphere comes with a heart of thankfulness, a heart of praise. Teacher,…

Is Yours a Milk and Honey View?

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It might as well have been apples and oranges, black and white, or snowflakes and rain. Our views were quite different. Mine had the expanse of an Oklahoma sky, clad in medium blue, as it met the hills and trees on the horizon. The clouds, every single one of them, had rushed to another location,…

Fearing God When We Don’t Feel Like It

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What if we lived in a world without turn signals? No blink, blink. No communication. Screech! Boom! Bam! Certainly there would be accidents, near accidents, and potential chaos of the driving kind. I recently followed a truck whose driver failed to use his turn signal. Fortunately, our van had good brakes, my adrenalin pumped fluidly,…

Your Story: Betsy de Cruz

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Her words rang of “real” at our online writer’s training site. It’s what drew me to this brave woman. Today, Betsy de Cruz has “real” words to share with us. It’s her story. It’s your encouragement for #walkingdeeper. Enjoy! When my son was born, I didn’t know that a baby can be a mom’s greatest…

Your Story: Every House

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Every house has a story. There’s an old white farmhouse nearby. I’m certain it has a story. Its front porch runs the width of the house. It begs to tell of visits en mass, children bounding over its boards, excitement in their words and on their faces, and elderly folks in wooden rocking chairs, keeping…

Is Control your Drawing Tool?

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Do you like keeping control? Is it your drawing tool? The subject arose in our van recently. Keeping Control “I would take my permanent markers and draw it,” she mentioned. My ultra-creative, teenage daughter was venturing into the land of imagination from the back seat, well within earshot of its five additional occupants. She always…