Circle of Friends

A Place to Belong

A moving message of hope and belonging from Circle of Friends president, Lisa Troyer.

Looking for a place to belong? Find it in a community of women fostering relationships through authenticity, affirmation, and accountability —find it in the Circle of Friends. Your outlook will never be the same as you explore the ministry potential of a dynamic group of “women helping women,” and catch their vision to be women committed to Jesus Christ, obediently seeking God’s will, and fulfilling their life mission as Christ-followers.

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The Mess

By Jennifer Allen | 06.20.13

A few days ago, after fixing dinner, eating with my family and washing dishes, I set to sweeping our kitchen floor. It was a mess! Somehow, it had gone from just plain dirty to literally crunchy with bits of who-knows-what underfoot.

As I swept, I noticed a myriad of tidbits mixed together in my dust pile on the floor. Bits of blue play dough, dirt from my husband’s work boots, and crumbs fallen from highchairs and sticky fingers. I don’t make it my general practice to analyze the tiny

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Working on my Reflection

By Mindy Larsen | 06.19.13

Does anyone remember the song that goes like this? “Keep your tongue from evil, keep your tongue. Keep your tongue from evil, keep your tongue. And your lips from speaking lies. Keep your tongue from evil, keep your tongue.” This was one of my favorite songs in Sunday school because after singing it once, we grabbed the tip of our tongue with our fingers and sang it again. Of course the song comes out a bit garbled – but it most definitely got the message across in a

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Confessions of a Peace Lover...

By Beth Beechy | 06.18.13

It was a sweet day. I woke up knowing the plans I had for the day but after checking my texts I realized I had an opportunity to have two little ones come for a visit. The prospect of spending a morning with a baby in my arms is difficult for me to pass up – so I didn’t pass it up and instead enjoyed the distinct pleasure of hearing the laughter of a 6 month old and 18 month old. We got to read books and play ”this little piggy”.

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