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Someone shared with me that when an artist weaves a tapestry the side we see is beautiful – a work of art. On the back is the tale of hard work – full of knots and threads going every which way – pin pricks…
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I can’t wait to hear from you. I’d be more than blessed and count it a true privilege to pray for you, to hear some of your story, to talk with you about knowing God – or if you already know Him to hear…
LIVING BRAVER
Living Braver grew from a writing challenge – and quickly became my journey of figuring out how to stand strong in this scary world of ours. It became my journey of taking one step of faith at a time. Sometimes the trials of life and our…
Open Hands
My hands are starting to reveal my age. I can still picture my mother’s hands and I adore my daughter’s hands, beautiful. Their hands and mine have changed countless diapers, cooked countless meals, and wiped up countless spills. They are hands that have cuddled…
Alive
It is curious that we have managed to confuse what is and isn’t life. Whether something is alive or just a bunch of cells. Seems like many have more regard for a single celled amoeba than they do for a miraculously growing baby. These…
Silence…
My husband complains he hears traffic at night even though the highway is a mile or so away. I don’t hear anything at night unless he snores. Our world is noisy. Even in the quietest night, the buzz from electrical appliances and hums from…
