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  • the faith of my mother

    My mother never sugar-coated Christianity. She lived it raw, and hard, and glorious, and miraculous, and painful, and in such brutal honesty that I reached womanhood with a burning desire to know this scandalous beautiful Savior. Her faith stills me quiet. Her passionate existence stirs me to move and live and fight. As a small…

  • Living Water

    Do you ever have moments of pure grace? I had one this evening when I stumbled upon something I had scratched into a notebook five years ago. It was like a bucket of water given to someone dying of thirst.   ______________________________________________________________________ Judges 6:15 “But Lord,” Gideon replied, “how can I rescue Israel? My clan is the weakest…

  • desperation meets God

    Sometimes life tears wide-open. I spent a day this past week in the insurance office trying to straighten out a mess that I didn’t make. That was directly on the heels of a two-hour wait in the radiology department of the hospital. The question of cancer in one of my dearest people sending shivers down…

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