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Every year, the excitement of Christmas brings with it disappointment, and often grief. No joy comes along as perfect ecstasy this side of eternity. Why do you think we cry so much at weddings? There seems to be no other way to express the feelings of intense joy and grief that are experienced at such
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Lately, everything in my life feels like it’s shifting. Everything around me is changing. So much preparation and planning are going into the next couple of months with my family moving, a wedding, moving again into a place of my own, ending seasons and beginning new ones… the change keeps building, and honestly, it has
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Few things challenge a person’s will and grit better than an intense physical challenge. I personally have experienced this in the form of black belt training in Taekwondo. Through martial arts, I have learned what our bodies are capable of. I know many athletes experience this: the amazing thrill of overcoming a particularly challenging technique
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I’ve been wondering lately… does God have a personality? All humans have what we call “personalities”. The word is sort of hard to define, but the Merriam-Webster says this: personality: noun We all have a unique blend of mannerisms, ways of speaking, facial expressions. We all have unique brains that perceive the world a certain
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“Dear brothers and sisters, when troubles of any kind come your way, consider it an opportunity for great joy. For you know that when your faith is tested, your endurance has a chance to grow. So let it grow, for when your endurance is fully developed, you will be perfect and complete, needing nothing.” (James
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Here His hand enters inReaching deep: scraping crevices, sweeping cornersDrawing out fears from dark placesAnd bringing them out into hot sunlightTo burn away.Burn fears, whose entangling fingers Grope at my soul,Grinding in lies like gravelInto the vulnerable places of my heart.It hurts to clean out the lies-It’s excruciating-Yet the lies thrive when only bandaged overThey
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Warm, fresh spring air blows in through the window adjacent to my small bedside desk. The sunlight is as bright as the grass is green, and songbirds chatter in the maples and black locust trees nearest the house. On the caressing breeze I smell fresh-cut grass, and the smell of conditioner in my freshly-cut hair.








