My Sunday school teacher is dead. His death was just as blunt and rude as that statement. We were given no time to say good-bye, no adjustment period, no moments (even fleeting) to allow…
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I cooked this dinner. Why is it that I have to clean it up, too? I grumbled to myself as I rinsed chicken bits and peas down the disposal. I turned to grab the…
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What do you think your true mission is from God? Do you struggle to submit to His call? I’ve just finished reading an eye-opening book by Zeke Lam called subMISSION. This book really made…
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It wasn’t like I turned my back on God. I just couldn’t fit Him in my schedule. The birth of our third child pushed me over the edge – the pages of my carefully…
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I didn’t think anyone would notice. I felt like a schoolgirl putting it on. I squirted it carefully on my fingertip and smoothed it across my lids, the ones half covering eyes that spent…