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Boundaries
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“I made the sand a boundary for the sea, an everlasting barrier it cannot cross. The waves may roll, but they cannot prevail; they may roar, but they cannot cross it.” (Jeremiah 5:22 NIV) I was talking to a friend yesterday, she’s getting ready to turn 93. She has been…
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The Message in the Details – What I Learned from a Butterfly
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There are messages in the details of our lives. Now that’s a statement. This is a story that has been marinating on my heart for a couple of months now. A friend read something I had written for church this morning and told me “THIS is within your control”…
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King David, the Threshing Floor, and Me
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I identify greatly with King David in this season of my life….how he goes from being a “man after God’s own heart” to being a disobedient wretch and back again. This cycle seems to happen with him over and over again throughout his life. Just read through the Psalms. Most…
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How Will You Get to the Cross This Easter?
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I was struck with this question the other day; “How will you get to the cross this Easter?” For some of us, it’s an event that we plan for: what to eat, what gifts to buy, what will be stuffed in the eggs for the egg hunt, who will be…
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Surrender: What Do We Carry? Part 2
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I’ve resisted a bit (ok – a lot – still resisting to certain degrees) with what I’m about to write. I resisted for a year the word that has become my word for 2025 – that is not to say I’ve fully accepted it, but I’ve acknowledged that it is…
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On Pride and the Chisel
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The chisel. Merriam-Webster defines it as “a metal tool with a flat, sharp end that is used to cut and shape a solid material (such as stone, wood, or metal)”. The chisel. God defines it as the tool He uses to break the hardened, stone-cold-dead parts off of His people, in order to refine…
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Footprints: What Do You Carry? Part 1
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I have been thinking a lot about that poem ‘Footprints in the Sand,’ specifically those last few lines where it says; “When you saw only one set of footprints, it was then that I carried you.” Me being me, I couldn’t help but compare it to when the boys and…




