Over the past few weeks, temperatures continue to make me think summer is still here, but I know that fall arrived because of my schedule. For many, the start…
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Sometimes, no matter how hard we try to connect, we fail. This seems to be my life the past month. My connections have been affected in multiple ways. This…
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Twenty-five years ago last month, a strong and tenderhearted young man and I walked down the aisle in the chapel of a very large church near downtown Phoenix. July…
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Several years ago, I wrestled through being at a church I wanted to love, but struggled to be at. My husband was pretty content and happy with it…
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The swelter of summer is upon us. I miss the days of old when I spent my summers at the lake near the town in which I grew up. …
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Freedom is a gift easily taken for granted. We come and go, doing what we need and want, without a thought…running to the store for a gallon of milk, worshipping…
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Death sprang up in every direction this week. Sadness prevails. So much to process, I struggle to mourn, feeling a bit paralyzed. Why now? Why these people? Too many,…
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My heart weighs heavy. My spirit is burdened. Over the past few months, story after story being shared with me reveals the battle waged against those who love the…
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Summer…The season in the middle; full of sunshine, swimming, cookouts, gardening, flip flops, popsicles, the great outdoors, sunscreen and vacations. For many, we were programmed early in life to…
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What do you write about when you are free falling from a wonderful weekend? Wednesday arrived and writing has been the last thing on my mind. For the first…