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It Goes On
Read more: It Goes OnWhen I was a child, my father had a darkroom in our basement. If I close my eyes, I can still smell the bitter chemicals and see the reddish light barely illuminating the room. I did not know exactly what he was doing in there, taking paper from one chemical into another and then hanging…
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My Father’s Voice
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Read more: My Father’s VoiceWhen I was a child and would ask my father the definition of a word he would never give me the answer. He would present me with another question. “What do you think it means?” he would ask me. I would reply “I don’t know. That is why I am asking.” His next statement was…
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God’s Mirror
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Read more: God’s Mirror“God, let me see her the way You see her,” is a prayer I use, often when I just don’t understand someone or, honestly, find it challenging to like her. But what if I began praying “God, let me see myself the way You see me”? My mirror is broken from words spoken, experience, lies,…
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A Good Deal
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Read more: A Good DealI love a good deal. I actually get a little bit of an adrenaline rush when I find something worth much more than I have to pay. This Scripture seems like a good deal. I just have to give my trust and I receive complete joy and peace plus the added bonus of overflowing hope…
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I Fly Still
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Read more: I Fly StillIt seems for an entire year I have been grappling with the reality that my oldest, Emerson, is leaving. Indeed, tonight is his last night left under this roof until he moves to a new world in a new state in a new city, hours from home. For the past year I have mourned every…
