I wish you could meet my friend, Jena. Maybe you already know her. Jena is tenacious. To give you an example, we ran a race together this weekend and at a little past mile twelve, when I was huffing it to keep up with her, Jena turned to me and asked, “Which of those two […]
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As the enormity of the assignment settled in, Mr. Strachan rose to his tiptoes to lean over the podium and issue a warning. In his Scottish accent, with wild eyes and a silly grin, Billy Strachan warned all of us to, “Beware of Leviticus!”
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Several years ago my husband and I made a choice to open our homes and our hearts to a foster child. While our kids had a chance to share their opinions, they really didn’t have a choice. They never got the chance to say, “I could never do that!” They never even got nine months to get used to the idea of a baby. One afternoon in August our four boys got a baby sister, a sister who might stay for a few weeks or for a lifetime. At the time our boys, ages 13, 12, 10 and 8, were forced to decide what to do with their hearts.
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In 1998 my family and I visited Mt. Saint Helen’s for a day hike through the blast zone. Although it had been eighteen years since the massive eruption, the landscape still felt dead. Tens of thousands of trees were laying down in eery order, having been blown down all in the same direction from the blast. The primary color of the landscape was still an ashen grey. On May 18, 1980 the volcano had let loose it’s fury in one of the most destructive eruptions in recorded history and eighteen years later the landscape still lay dormant from the traumatic event.
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I finally read through the Bible in one year (a year and a week) when I was 39 years old. It is fascinating to read through the Bible so quickly. I felt so empowered. I felt so spiritual, so cool. It was amazing to see the patterns and over arching themes in God’s story.
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I can hear Master Yoda in my mind, “Do not give way to anger. Power of the Dark Side it is.” The thing is, anger is only a symptom. What is the hidden evil lurking in my heart that fuels Darth Mama?
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