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For the women forgotten and for the women discouraged and the women lost, there is water in the wilderness and He is our well and all. is. well.
You can’t earn God’s love. You can only turn towards God love.
God’s not asking me to produce — He’s asking me to pray. God’s not asking me to climb ladders — He’s asking me to kneel and let go.
He is the Living Word and His Word is a flashing, double-edged sword and He doesn’t write Himself into neat five-point outlines but He is like the wind —
It was after Mare Griebe said she was done with me, that I knew. Mare, she had taken me to my first youth Bible study. She delivered the thickly folded…
That first call was from the hospital. Right about the cracking dawn on Resurrection Sunday, my sister whispering on the other end of the line. Two weeks so far in…
In the middle of a stiff winter wind, Mama, she asks to go to the beach. That’s where she says she wants to celebrate the turning of her calendar year….
When I’m still brushing my teeth on a Sunday and the kids, all ironed and parted and combed and waiting, scuffle loud at the door, he pokes his head in…