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Be grace warriors in the world — not great worriers about the world.
Pain’s always a fuel — that drives you to escape, or drives you to grow.
Cleanliness isn’t next to godliness like Love is.
Loving ourselves has a positive ripple effect on our families, our neighbors, our communities and the world.
Transpose it from reluctance to a reminder that God is calling you not to indulgence but endurance.
A life of simplicity is had by simply letting go — on every level. Have Less. Be More.
On the edges of a 40 Day journey toward the Cross & Resurrection Sunday… maybe looking for pockets of time to love in unexpected, fresh, creative ways, to use our…
You know you should do it. But you don’t feel like doing it. At all.
Malakai and his paints sprawl across the table like a bit of the sky run all down. These thousand colors in rain. That’s the way Malakai paints, dabbing in the…
Dear Self, Look, you have only got so many days till your midway. Till you’ve heard almost half the morning doves you ever will. Felt the sun on your face…
The rest of us cracked open books here. A certain little someone walked around with posies of pink erasers on the end of slim yellow stems. We read about maple…
Wrap up the food in real food: His Word. And wrap them in love…. wherever they go. List of Free Printable Downloads (including Sandwich Verse Wrappers) Free Printable…
Last Friday, we talked quiet and long and wondrously here and over at High Calling, about where we’re from. This Friday, Glynn at The High Calling and I sit down…
Do not let anything keep you — not anything — from flinging out of that sagging comfort zone, and right into the streets, eyes and mouth full of His wonder,…
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