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Connecting to God in an Age of Disconnect
Isn’t it frustrating when the Wi-Fi signal drops out? If you’re like me, Google is often the first place I go to for answers. Medical queries, ideas, directions, even Bible verses. I have come to depend on the internet for a lot of life’s questions. But what I long for most is a deep connection Read more
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Oh, To See Jesus!
Wafting up the stairs in the early morning, I am greeted by the fragrance of freshly baked bread. The new breadmaker sits on the counter proudly providing a loaf each day. Walking down the stairs to the scent of a sweet-smelling loaf reminds me of the goodness of Jesus. He is the Bread of Life Read more
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The Good Life
My friend’s garden is how I imagine Eden. The variety of flowers, plants, and wildlife complement each other and delight the senses. Everything has its place. Nature sings. Bees dance from flower to flower. The warm morning sun splashes us with light as we sit together, a teapot between us brewing as we catch up Read more
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Depending on Christ When Life is Demanding
At times, I feel like a mannequin. Lifeless — but dressed up for many roles and responsibilities. Faceless — but somehow having to fit in with fashionable expectations of those around me. Wherever I look, there is a need. Why do I act as if life depends on me? I am the mannequin who is Read more
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Believer, You Can’t. But Christ Can.
I can’t do this, Jesus. Silently, your heart cries out to God in wordless groans that only He understands (Romans 8:26). Maybe it has already burst out from your heart like a powerful jet of water. Words erupt right up and out of your mouth in desperation, “I can’t do this Lord!” It aches when Read more
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Roll Up Your Sleeves!
Someone in your community is currently isolated. The hard part is finding out who. Without going around door-to-door and asking, it’s difficult to know. However, I am writing this because there are people who know individuals that are in incredibly challenging, isolating circumstances. Yet, they do very little to help and, at worst, they do Read more
Ruth Clemence 