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The Wonder of Waiting
Three years ago I shared a Christmas poem. I didn’t share it with a lot of people, but I did send it to a dear man named Doug. Doug was the one who led my dad to Christ, the one that showed him he could have a personal relationship with God and be assured of…
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Moving…my Story
A move-most people experience a few of those in their lives. I have in fact experienced more than a few. Saturday I packed up all of my belongings and set off on the 20th move in my life. For anyone, that might seem like a lot, but as I am 28, this seems especially daunting.…
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Finished a First!
These past ten weeks I have had the privilege of leading a women’s Bible study from a book called Seasons of Waiting. I was pretty nervous at the beginning- I have never done anything like this! Yet, this was such a joy and gift to spend the time studying through God’s Word. He has great…
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Trying too hard
“How are you doing?” A question many of us get asked multiple times a day. Sometimes I wonder what people’s reactions would be if I answered that honestly. “Terrible.” “Questionable.” “Way more emotional than I would want.” A time and place exists to be that honest, but before I can even dare to be sincere…
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Take My Hand
As the sun rises and awakens the clouds So come the worries and questions of the day, Putting a foot on the ground is an impossible weight Yet I hear this whisper say, Take My hand. How can that be the answer? What about all the brokenness I see? The heartaches that are masked…
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Pondering Christmas
I think all seasons of life are busy in there own way. The holiday time seems to be busy with so many people and places I love, but I struggle at times to sit and remember the beauty of the nativity. So this afternoon as I sat, I wrote this out. I think writing is…
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Singleness, Studying, and the Sovereignty of God
As a kid I always look forward to treats ( I have my dad’s sweet tooth) and would get excited about almost anything dessert-like. But the best treats were the surprise ones. On special occasions my mom would come home from the grocery store and tell me she got me something “just for fun.” It…