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We Need to Clasp A Hand That Is Warm

This warmed my heart so much. I want these words to be my own. Read this aloud to help you hear it. What am I to think when ...

Conversations like this rarely happen in homes of fathers and daughters, but it happened frequently in mine during my teenage years. ...

Making life choices can be agonizing. I know. I've had to make too many lately. You're there, looking at the options, and prayi...

Maybe you've had a hard week. Your spirit feels worn out and overspent. (Blessed are the poor in spirit.) Perhaps behind that ...

This week I turned 29. ... (I'll pause while you sing me Happy Birthday.) ... The 366 days that I lived as a 28-year-old were ki...

“…those who will stand for the right, though the heavens fall.” a noble calling, for sure. but I wonder if it might actually be easier to ...

I'm hoping for some WIZGUMP: wisdom + gumption. Yes, and I want WIZGUMP because I need to prioritize my health. I need to eat regula...

Once, when I was nine, I stood in the hallway and admired myself in the mirror. I turned my body left and right, I looked up and down. Annou...

I've had occasion to reconsider my decision to leave my pastoral position in Oregon and remain in Michigan for PhD studies. Often I'...

The Sabbath is doing its appointed work in me today. As the sun sank past the corn fields I was restless and exhausted, sleepy but stress...

I had this little poem all written up and ready to publish, but it was a little sad and today I needed to say something that was exciting an...

It seems as though many of my friends and fellow bloggers are like me and spend a lot of time wondering about what God's will for them i...

Grasp the fact that God is for you --let this certainty make its impact on you in relation to what you are up against at this very moment; ...

My friend David Hamstra is always linking me to great, stimulating material. Here's another one of his gems, Vimeo-style. Typog...

The most dangerous woman on earth is the woman who has reckoned with her own death. All women die; few women ever really live .* ...

I'm naturally pretty wimpy. No, it's true--don't try to make me feel better. (As if anyone would try to convince me otherwise.) ...

So I'm doing this thing where I step out of my (neatly organized and vacuumed) comfort zone and try things that I either have tried and...

I try to live a little dangerously. Sometimes I don't wash my face before bed. Sometimes I let my tea steep a little too long. I don...

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