Tag: hardships
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The Gift of God’s Timing: I Said Yes
I heard the still small voice in my spirit whisper, “No matter how dark it gets, will you keep your eyes on my face?” “Yes.” I replied. The Lord will be your everlasting light, and your days of sorrow will end. (Isaiah 69:20) In 2024, my faith was repeatedly put to the test as I…
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The Gift of a Hero
“Sisters, Heroes” is inspired by and dedicated to my sister, Leslie. I am the only child my mother and father had together, but my father was married prior. I have a sister who has no relation to my mother but has chosen to care for her as if she were her own. My mom and…
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The Gift of Things Made New
I can’t help but feel as if the drought this autumn was God trying to communicate a message—when we resist the storm, we resist change; when we resist change, we resist God’s greatest good for our lives. The drought kept us in a perpetual state between summer and autumn; the drought kept us from change.…
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The Gift of Celebration
There’s something that I need from you, the Lord whispered in my ear. I need you to set your pain aside and fill your heart with cheer. . Cheer? I scoffed. For what? I have nothing left to give. Some days it’s difficult even just to live. . That’s when He reminded me of an…
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The Gift of Joy: Refined By Fire
Some people will spend their whole lives longing for joy but never find it. Others will find themselves at times grasping ahold of it only to have it somehow slip right through their fingers time and time again. Few people will every truly understand the meaning of joy and even fewer will hold on to…
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The Gift of Joy: Finally Finding Freedom
How would you describe joy? Like a field of wildflowers on a bright summer day—vibrant and warm; free. If you asked me this question a month ago, this is probably how I would respond. God’s been speaking to me lately. He’s been speaking to me through pain, through waiting, through uncertainty, through trials, and tribulations.…
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The Gift of Wildflowers
My mom lives near this wildflower garden, one of my favorite little places in town. For months I’ve asked her “Have the wildflowers bloomed yet?” “Not yet.” She kept replying. “It’s not hot enough.”Wildflowers grow from the heat of the summer, and we too grow from heat. We can’t expect to live a sheltered life…
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The Gift of Summer
The heat of summer reminds us all to do the things that refresh us. There’s nothing quite like the taste of watermelon in July or finding shade under a wide-reaching tree. We begin to look forward to the rain. These are the things that refresh our bodies but what about our souls? Always remember to…
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The Gift of Remembering
My long term memory is quite vivid, and this is both a blessing and potentially a curse. As I’ve gotten older, I can fortunately say it’s much more a blessing. We all have the power to choose, to choose what we focus on and dwell on. I made the choice a long time ago to…
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The Gift of the Trial
Count it all joy when you face trials of various kinds, for you know that testing of your faith produces steadfastness, and let steadfastness have its full effect so that you may be lacking in nothing. (James 1:2-4) My father will always be my hero. He was a gambler; he had been gambling since he…
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