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Where Do I Run When Life’s Storms Approach?
Do you ever look back at situations or stare them in the face and wonder Where do I run when life’s storms approach? Sometimes there’s a common thread. Here’s mine. Maybe you can relate. “Hurry! It’s coming. Get to a safe place,” I screeched with concern for the souls in front of…
Book Review: You’re Loved No Matter What
As a recovering perfectionist, this book proved to be a breath of fresh air. You’re Loved No Matter What is a beautiful mix of story and practical application for those trying to live life perfectly. Holley’s own years as a perfectionist and the wisdom she garnered through the healing process rang through, loud and…
Unmasking the Good Kid in You
Are–or were–you a good kid? I was. It’s easy for parents and others, but is that good? You decide. Here’s my story. The Good Kid The crimson trickle was slow at the onset. drip drip, drip drip, drip, drip Soon, a flow of red began to fall. He quickly…
Are You Drifting?
Drifting is subtle. Have you ever enjoyed the sun on a blow-up at ocean’s edge, drifting along without a care in the world? Drifting is easy. Halt your canoe’s paddle for a spell. Travel without effort will be added to your ticket. Drifting requires no effort. Getting in the…
Are Your Words Worship?
“That’s okay. You didn’t need them anyway,” my brother voiced. His words were sweetness to my rejected 9th grade ears. They shed a ray of sunshine to this gal’s heavy, rejected, you-didn’t-make-the-team heart. They brought hope, that maybe, just maybe, there was life after rejection. Negativity swirled in my brain the…
2 Questions for You as We Near Valentine’s Day
It’s a week for love, is it not? Maybe it’s a different type of love, this one we’re focusing on today. But it has its place at the very core of our being. It’s a love that weathers all storms, delivering its personalized mail through rain, sleet, hail, and snow. Nothing can…
Will You Be God’s Ananias?
“Sometimes those that are the hardest to love are the ones who need it the most, Kristi,” she said. I winced at those words. Hard people are hard to love. Period. But her words were a gold mine. They always were. They dripped with wisdom at every syllable, so I took note. I looked…
