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Dry Days, Old Books, & Jesus Trails–Or, Finding My Own Revival

I picked it up because I was feeling dry. The well-thumbed copy of Bruchko seemed to call my name from…

4 years ago

A Yellow Christmas: Dotsie’s Story

Even though it was years ago, I remember it as clearly as if it were today: the year our Christmas…

4 years ago

Words: The Gift to Give This Christmas

Words are powerful. With a click of the lock, the creak of the wooden door and the click of my…

4 years ago

Memos from a Christmas Robbery

My husband and I, kids in tow, were maneuvering at a snail’s pace through a traffic jam in our trusty…

4 years ago

“Have I Ever Failed You?”

I was leaning back in my chair at 6 AM in our spare bedroom that doubled as an office. And…

4 years ago

Out of Place: When You’re Not Where You Thought You’d Be

Stuffed animal on the kitchen counter.  Dirty socks by the back door.  Laundry on the couch.  Empty coffee cup on…

4 years ago