This post first appeared at Seriously Write. Every single one of us is broken. First, as members of Adam’s race, we are all broken by sin. Our sins and resultant weaknesses leak out of us daily throughout our lives, even …
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Part 4 I see through a glass darkly. Out in this desert, it’s as if old age arrived two decades early, robbing me of a season I’d greatly anticipated. I’ve felt like a failure, for I no longer have the …
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Part 3 Our disasters often come with world-rocking circumstances, reshaping life as we once knew it. These may continue indefinitely, bringing change that lasts a lifetime. We may never be the same. And, though we start bravely, anxiety sneaks in …
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To interact on Friday, please go to Seriously Write. Today I offer words of encouragement, but let me begin with a story. I started my first real novel in 1988, abandoned it quickly, and picked it back up to finish …
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Relocation this time around was a test of faith of a different variety for us. God in his mercy protected us, carried us, and continues to go before us. So many prayers were answered for the sale of our house …
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There’s empirical and objective evidence that I’m gradually improving. Today I’m writing about what has worked for me, hoping it will help you or someone you love. But first, I want to make something clear. Each person’s autoimmune disease is …
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Even after forty-five years of being a follower of Christ, God’s faithfulness still astonishes me. In many ways I still hold on to the vestiges of my broken legalistic beginning. That mindset dictates that God’s affection for me is dependent upon …
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Days will come when everyone will let you down. We are far too complex for it to be any other way. We are created in the image of God, immortal souls, and our needs can only be fully met by …
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Grief is not a tame emotion. It emerges at odd times, and there is often no rhyme or reason. What I thought was resolved, was not. Such is grief. I didn’t want to be the sick mom, and I didn’t …
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At 2:00 a.m., I wake in pain. Terror compresses my chest. The shadow of death feels near. Chronic illness does this. Something is wrong at the cellular level, and my subconscious knows this. Peering at my iPhone, I distract myself, …
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