Tag: Christlike
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Excuses for not walking closer
A lot of people in the world say they don’t believe in Jesus and don’t love Christianity because of the christians they’ve known and I think its time they try another source. Because we are really actually more broken than I think we realize, and American Christianity can feel more like a synonym for the…
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Busy minds, restful hearts.
“Whenever my busy thoughts were out of control, the soothing comfort of your presence calmed me down and overwhelmed me with delight.” Ps 94:19 My thoughts have been lack of gravity lately. Whether battling those lies that threaten to isolate me leading up to my speaking at our church women’s conference, the heaviness of having…
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Glory-Garments and Jesus
He was here. She knew he was here because she heard the shouting of his name, people crying out and trying to get closer, and all at once she’s in a crowd of people, stepping on the back of her heels, shoulders tossing into hers as each tried to worm their way through the bodies…
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Adopting Olivia.
Olivia’s in the Soviet Union, He told me, as we sat across from each other in a boat. Who the heck is Olivia, I thought, completely baffled, all the while knowing that He wasn’t telling me to gossip or to simply be factual. He was telling me in a manner that was a call to…
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When it’s time to get out of the pool.
Let’s talk about Joseph. He was seventeen when his father gifted him the robe of many colors. This wasn’t just any coat, either. The normal tunic the men wore came down to their knees and was sleeveless. This robe was spectacular beyond the vibrance pouring out of every colorful detail. This robe went to the…
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Where we’re at & where we lack.
Sometimes I think we want God to heal us while we keep our backs toward him. We negotiate, “If you are real, you wouldn’t put us through all of this. & so I’m going to stand here & ask you, if you’re real, to take this all away. Make it all better. But I’m going…
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His love is seen.
“He does my hair everyday,” she says while dipping her eyes down to her sturdy cane, adding under her breath, “because I can’t.” I was at church, & the conversation slipped from exchanging Mother’s Day wishes to haircuts & how, though she won’t trust him to cut it, her husband manages her hair every day, curling…
TOTHEUNTAMEDHEART. 