Resolving to pursue hope in the New Year

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Resolving to pursue hope in the New Year

Resolving to pursue hope in the New Year

What a year it has been!! 2017, for me, has been one of those years where I now gratefully grab a chair, wipe the sweat off my brow and say “Thank you, Jesus!  You brought me through!” There were seasons of trials that came hard and furious.  In those times I’ve had to stay anchored by faith, hope and trust.  But there has also been other moments, moments filled with joy!   And I have had the privilege of experiencing God’s amazing grace and divine providence.  For this I am extremely grateful. How about you?  What kind of year has it been for you? Even

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Hope was born from Love on Christmas Day

Hope was born from Love on Christmas Day

The Christmas season is in full swing for many of us. We have our trees decorated with festive lights and ornaments while bright-colored stockings have been hung from our fireplace mantles.  All in hopeful anticipation for a visit from the red-suite, round belly, jolly old man. (By the way, that’s for those who still believe in good old Santa Claus.) The malls are alive, crackling with the noise of animated shoppers busy looking for that perfect gift.  I personally try to avoid the malls, as best I can.   I figure I’m less likely to get trampled in a “buy one get one free” stampede

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Time certainly does NOT heal all wounds

Time certainly does NOT heal all wounds

It is said that time heal all wounds. I beg to differ. In fact, I want to challenge this statement. It has been 40 years since my dad died.  I think of him almost every day.  My memories have kept him alive in my heart over the years.  The nine-year old little girl inside of me who watched her dad ablaze from an accidental fire, desperately wants to hold on to the good memories. The way he laughed.  His engaging smile.  The way he looked in his hats.  My dad sure loved his fedoras. I miss my dad and still

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Self care – Me time for the weary mom

Self care – Me time for the weary mom

  Finally!! A free moment to sit and catch your breath. It has been a chaotic morning.  Actually, come to think of it, so has many of your mornings.  It didn’t help that you slept through the alarm today.  If  only you had made the kids’ lunch before going to bed like you wanted to.  But then if you had, you wouldn’t have had time to fold that extra load of laundry.  And you wouldn’t have been able to put the finishing touches on hubby’s shirt. No point crying over spilled milk, literally.  The clean up cost you the last few

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Walking through the seasons of life

Walking through the seasons of life

The huge potted mums was lying on its side again.  Though larger than most, the plastic planter was no match for the strong winds and rain that were normal for this time of the year. Most of the beautiful red, yellow and orange leaves that had majestically crowned the tree tops were now lying in a bronze colored carpet on the ground. There weren’t enough leaves for the neighboring kids to frolic in but there was certainly enough to send my husband off to the local hardware store for a rake and recycling yard bags.  Yes, what was just a

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Freedom from fear through Christ

Freedom from fear through Christ

Fear.  For such a small word it sure packs a mighty punch.  Like a little giant it looms ominously over certain areas of our life. I sometimes think of fear as that little black fly that comes in as soon as I open the front door.  Even though I may not necessarily see it all the time, I can hear it buzzing from room to room, taunting me “you can’t get me.”  Sometimes no matter how much I swat at that little sucker, it always seem to evade getting smacked down. That’s like fear!  It gets into areas of our mind,

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Bullying, dealing with the ugly monster

The hallway seemed poorly lit.  The shadowy corners of the corridor gave the impression it was much later than the first period after lunch.  I needed to hurry or I was going to be late and Mr. Richardson hated when students walked into his classroom while he was teaching. Everyone seemed to have exited the dreary locker-lined halls.  Everyone except for myself and the two “goth” girls lingering halfway down the halls.  They leaned lazily against one wall turning to watch as my hurried steps echoed on the scruffy tiled floors. I heard one giggle followed by another and saw

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When we struggle with our self worth

When we struggle with our self worth

  How do you feel about yourself?   We are bombarded every where we turn with images and articles that communicate to us what we should look like and how we should feel about our self. Whether we are sitting in front of the television set or standing in line at the grocery store, these messages are constantly coming at us and have a very powerful impact on how we think. It shouldn’t be surprising that the advertising industry is responsible for creating some of the insecurities women face on a daily basis.  They pressure us to maintain a level

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When God is Silent

When God is Silent

Think of the times you’ve had to leave home for an extended period of time, going off to school or perhaps even getting married. Some of the most comforting and reassuring words we can hear from our parents are these, “If you ever need anything, doesn’t matter day or night, just call, we’ll be here.” Even though there may be apprehension and probably some anxiety about the unknown,  somehow hearing those reassuring words help to make us feel calmer and less worried.  We know we can trust our parents’ words and that they will indeed be there for us.  Their

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Depression, staring for a moment into it’s darkness

Depression, staring for a moment into it’s darkness

  “The Lord himself goes before you and will be with you.  Do not be afraid; do not be discouraged.”   Deuteronomy 31:8     Her outward appearance belied her forty-something years and her mismatched clothing hung on her like oversized sacks. I did a double take. Graying hair glared from underneath the faded out bronze hair dye, giving her hair a strange orange glow that was all too unnatural.  Dark circles sat heavily around hopeless eyes while her shoulders drooped with an obvious, yet invisible load. This wasn’t the woman I knew.  This person was unrecognizable to me.  She shuffled

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