hope
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Come into my home with me today, join me in my prayer life, and my daily reading. Welcome! A Jewel: If my life were not changed, I’d have nothing to write about. The truth: my life is forever changed. I should NOT be who I am. I am a walking, talking, breathing miracle of the…
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Life has a way of breaking us into pieces we never thought we’d have to gather. Sometimes, we’re lost in the chaos, unsure of the next step. But there is a presence, constant and unwavering, waiting to hold us steady: God. When we root ourselves in a strong connection with Him, we find a strength…
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King David is my favorite author of the Old Testament. He was a man that was real, honest, and raw with God. He mused and fussed with God, praised Him, and thanked him — all three rather quickly sometimes. An awesome man of God and King David asked God to keep him “as the apple…
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Come into my home with me today, join me in my prayer life, and my daily reading. Welcome! A Jewel: There are days when my soul feels that God has forgotten me. That somehow in His busyness, He doesn’t have time to see my dreams. Then, I am reminded that most dreams that live in…
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Once there were always people. Houses full. Cars in the driveway. The long gravity of family gatherings pulling everyone back to the same kitchen table. Someone always pouring coffee. Someone always arguing about politics. Kids slipping between the legs of adults while the grown-ups talked too loudly. People orbited your life then. Parents. Aunts. Cousins.…
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I miss something I never had. That is the cruel math of it. A man stood in the doorway. He shared my blood, my last name, the air in the house. He existed. But he was not there. He was a storm that learned my name and used it. I grieve not a man, but…
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Jeremiah says God already knows the plan. That line lands differently when your childhood was a demolition site…when trust was not a given but a gamble. When the adults meant to be load-bearing walls turned out to be paper props & you grew up sharp-eyed, feral with insight, suspicious of every promise. Hope sounds like…
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What exhilarates me about Christianity is not that it comforts me. It does. But more than that, it challenges me. Exposes me. The scale is so high of what Christ demands. God does not come to me like a therapist with a clipboard or a consultant asking for my preferences. He comes as the one…
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There’s a moment in a child’s life when a map stops being decoration. It stops being lines and colors and starts being a claim. This goes somewhere. Someone has been here before. If I follow it, I will not stay where I am. That shift matters. For a long time, the Bible stayed flat for…
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The New Year arrives without ceremony. The clock shifts. The body keeps its memory. I am still myself, which feels like the point. I have never trusted the fever around January. The promises shouted into champagne glasses. The talk of becoming “new.” As if the soul were a costume that could be swapped overnight. God…