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Many Wonders Left in my Backyard (opens the original)
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There are times I feel claustrophobic in my small town. I’ve lived here my whole life; I was thirteen before I saw my first escalator, eighteen before I first set foot on a plane (the second time was during labour in my twenties, but I don’t count that). I went to college only six hours away for one year then came back to my small town where I’ve lived ever since. My town is so small we can’t care for pre-mature babies, so they must be sent to a hospital three hours away (thus the second and onl
Goodness Will Reclaim What Evil Stole (opens the original)
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I feel a bit anxious when my children pick the wildflowers. I don’t like to pick them much myself because I fear one day I’ll go for my walk and find it to be a dry and barren, colourless path that rambles on endlessly with muddy, incoherent browns and blah greys. What will be left for me to see and revel in? I walk to escape the familiarity of my home and to get out of my own head, to drown in beauty and be slapped in the face with the reality that I’m very small in this big, wide universe. If
Goodness Will Come Back For You (opens the original)
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My mom kept the big window in the living room so clean that the birds often flew right into it. Once in a while, one would smack the window so hard that he’d have the wind knocked out of him and lay stunned on our steps but still alive.During these times, my mom and I would go outside and gather the little bird up and bring him inside. Local dogs and barn cats roamed our yard, and we didn’t want to see the little fellow eaten up. One of these times, when I was quite little, I remember getting a
Another Book on Prayer Still Didn't Fix My Prayer Life (opens the original)
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I curled up in the grey, upholstered rocker in the living room with my newest book on prayer. It had stunning reviews, it had been recommended to me countless times, and was a bestseller. I tucked my tired legs up underneath myself and leaned back as I cracked the spine.I struggle with prayer. To my shame, there are nights that I’ve laid on my bed and realized I hadn’t spoken a single word to God that day. I’ve sat down to study the Bible and still walked away without uttering a single prayer. S
You Can Forgive Someone and Still Lock the Door (opens the original)
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We believe that forgiveness and charity mean we must hold our doors open for all. That in order to send the gospel out, we must be a picture of redemption in every relationship—breaking down walls instead of putting up boundaries, allowing those who have harmed us to break bread at our tables again. No locks on our doors, no requirements upon entry. Jesus ate with sinners, right? We must forgive and forget, let every harm be forgotten. All things restored, even their seat in our home and our key
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