I write about following Jesus in all of life’s seasons
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I felt a little guilty when I walked out of the Westmoreland Medical Clinic for the last time. In the parking lot I stifled my spreading grin, and after shutting the car door I unleashed a giggle. I was free! Until…
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Perfection, and Not – Ephesians 2:4-7
Real children don’t always behave well, not like the cherished doll that adorned my bed. Real children come to us bringing messes, noises, and cries of protest. Not Priscilla. I bought her at a church bazaar with my babysitting money, after years…
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God Answered my Prayer for my Hair – Psalm 66:18-20
My hair was a mess. It may seem trivial, since it doesn’t compare with the needs of starving orphans in Africa or the struggling pastors sharing God’s words in Asia, but I needed him to do something about my hair. I didn’t…
