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Collateral Damage

I wrote last week about my husband being my defender as the Lord enabled him to be. I mentioned that my husband was often misunderstood in His strong defense of me, since only he and I knew why he was doing it. My husband was doing a loving, noble thing. I let him and yet knew that there were moments when he broke and roared much too loudly, which scared me. It also scared my […]

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The Joy of Being Defended

Is it just me, or do we ALL wish for someone to care enough about us to defend us from those who intend us harm? To have someone not only know my story, but also stand in the gap to defend my heart, mind, and soul from further harm. This is a treasured possession for those who have been damaged by life in identity-shattering ways. It means you believe me and want to stick around […]

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His Peace for Your Storm

Peace. Is Not… …the absence of conflict …something gotten by always agreeing …gotten by sweeping the truth under the carpet …found in people, things, or places on earth …where rainbows and fairy tales and princes on white horses rescue their princesses …where only sunny days, mountain views, or bubbling brooks fill our days Face down on the kitchen floor with your heart poured out to God – your face and the floor wet with your […]

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God’s Power FOR Me

I often stand out on my deck and look out at the mountains. I am continually amazed at the greatness, grandeur, and power of their presence. It never fails to move me to praise. They create an awareness of how small I am, insignificant really, compared to them. Mountains are a powerful presence. Consider the power of the One who spoke the visible world – and mountains- into existence. If the mountain inspires awe and […]

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Baby Steps

I can remember my kid’s tentative steps around the couch and chairs. Newly discovered skills of being upright on little feet. I would watch both my kids do this, and think they will soon walk on their own. I remember we had been home to visit parents when my daughter – our oldest- was 10 months old. And in the airport my Mom and sister were hoping to see her walk before she and I […]

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