Expectant

When did I stop believing?   When did I stop knowing that this good God that I serve protects, cherishes and cares?  When did I stop waiting expectantly for miracles?  When did I choose to wander the desert of dissatisfaction and not enough?  When did I stop believing? I remember a time in the life of our little family when all that we had to offer Him was hardship and trouble. At every turn we...
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Dear Family

Dear Family, There are those who would tell me that I have no life.  There are those who would say to me that my lack of earthly possessions has destined me to a life where hope is not something to be grasped.  There are those who would tell me that my life is nothing, my purpose infinitesimal because I have nothing. There are those who would tell me that they recognize my poverty, my conditions...
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There Are Days…

There are days when the tears come.  They come and they slip silently down your face.  They come despite the clenched jaw, the hurried blinking and the swallowing of pain.  There are days when the tears come. When you feel as if your emotions are teetering on the edge, and when the tight rein on the wildness of your feelings begins to slip from your hands. There are days when the tears come....
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Compassion Pins

You’ve seen these past few weeks that I have been dedicating one blog post a week to Compassion and the children and I thank you for your overwhelming response.  I know of at least one child who has received a sponsorship through this event.   Compassion has done amazing work for the last 60 years and has been recognized as one of the leading Christian child development organizations.  ...
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And Isn’t That Just the How of it?…

Just yesterday I was reading Ann Voskamp’s blog about the “habit of harvest”, the habit of ministering and finding ways to do something that makes a difference.   As I read the words,  my head was nodding  its yes and the “mmm hmmm’s”  were bringing me to the realization that what I was reading was the absolute truth.  But the nodding and the mutterings...
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