A few nights ago, my family and I went out for ice cream with friends. We have a great place we like to visit. Next to the ice cream building there is a large sprawling lawn and picnic tables where our kids can play while we enjoy each other’s company.
My oldest daughter, Aletheia, has been going through a “horse” phase recently, as many young girls do. In her mind she loves to pretend that she’s riding her horse, Pinto, across meadows and mountain tops, just like Jim
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Here it is, the end of summer, the start of fall.
Tell me, what season starts as deliberately as fall. My oldest is only pre-school age, but still, I can feel it, the change. The end of summer madness, of sprawling, lazy days. The start of fresh beginnings, of rhythm and routine.
Honestly, I love the fall and I welcome the change, but as I consider the deliberateness that defines this season, I can’t help but take stock of the things I try to be deliberate about
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A few weeks ago, as I was reading in my Bible, I came across Luke, Chapter 9 and the Feeding of the Five Thousand. It’s a story I have read many times but this time I noticed something fresh and new.
In verse twelve the disciples came to Jesus and said, “Send the crowd away to go into the surrounding villages and countryside to find lodging and get provisions, for we are here in a desolate place.” (Luke 9:12, ESV)
A desolate place?
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For the past two weeks writing has come hard. The time, the words, everything feels like a challenge, a battle, a fight.
I recently celebrated my first “Writing Anniversary,” marking one year since the day that God and I met together over this heart I have for writing and drew a line in the sand. No more excuses, no more procrastinating, no more fear of stealing from my family by pursuing my dream. I am so proud of the fact that I haven’t looked back. That I
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