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Rainbows Through the Rain
Rain and rainbows are so indicative of life, aren’t they? The rainbow is there stretching before us, a symbol of goodness and hope. Yet, you have to endure the storm, and look through the raindrops to see it. In my adult years there have been two periods of time...
Please Help Me To Be Nice
A few nights ago, lying beside the crib in a darkened room, I said prayers with our youngest. When I was finished, his voice spoken softly said, “Mama, I wish I could say my prayers myself.” A little surprised I said, “…of course baby, you can talk to God anytime.” ...
Beautiful Brokenness
While most people in our South Georgia community were pulling Christmas decorations out of boxes to adorn their tables, mantels, and trees, we were packing things into boxes preparing to begin a new journey. My husband had been called to pastor a church a few hundred...
Children, Church and Chaos
Often I get to church feeling as though I need to skip Sunday School, walk straight up to the sanctuary, down the center aisle, and kneel at the altar to pray. Does this sound a bit dramatic? Maybe, but if you have children and you’re a church-goer, I’m betting (or...