My hands were covered in blood and manure. The new little calf fought my offer of milk from the bottle. She swung her head and tugged at her rope. The mother hadn’t licked off the baby and the remains of birth, manure and hay covered the shivering body. I knew the warm colostrum that I…
I was working my way through barn chores when I began thinking about it again. I think I noticed it the first time I ever read the whole Bible through. It’s there, over and over again. Somehow it captured me and since then every time I see it in a passage- I underline it and…
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re-post from February 2010 In all the battles of life there are moments when God suddenly appears with a splash of color, the arrival of fresh troups, and the cry of victory. One of my “mentors” in the faith has been Amy Carmichael. She was my hero. The woman I wanted my life to resemble….
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