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We Are The Church Of The Unwanted
by Anne-Marie Heckt I was an unwanted child. I never felt at home in my own home. It was the family joke–yeah, she’s the self-made grandchild. The police left you on the doorstep. The first two...
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Her Way
by Kelley Johnson Nikondeha“This bit of wisdom, passed down from generations past, tells us to move from the general to the specific, to know our children and fan the flames of their unique...
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Sanctuary or Showroom
by Angela Doell“We are His, beloved, the sanctuary where His Spirit dwells and makes His home.” Our house went on the market this week, a big red FOR SALE sign dug into the front lawn. My family is...
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The Rhythm of Grace
by Settle MonroeThe first twenty times he screamed, “No, mine!” this morning, I could breathe my way through the frustration. I could bend low and meet eyes. I could talk soft and reason well. I could...
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The Bakery Has Always Been a Bakery
by Anne-Marie Heckt “The bakery has always been a bakery, and the movie theater has always been a movie theater,” the man says to his son as they walk past my table. Uncanny, the way thoughts swirl in...
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The Richest Treasure: On Inheriting Family Stories
by Stefanie ThomasI’ve always been hungry for the stories of my grandparents. Well, perhaps in the beginning it was more curiosity and appreciation; the hunger came later, hand-in-hand with the...
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My Marriage Vows Were No Longer Enough
by shelovesBy Abby Kelly | Twitter: @benjity My marriage vows were no longer enough. I writhed on the basement floor drenched in sweat and tears. “I love you, God and I take my vows seriously,...
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Tracing the Layers Underneath Me
by Stephanie Motz SkinnerI‘ve been digging deep into my veins, trying to figure out what flows there. Like an archaeologist scouring for bones, fragments of ancient pottery, and hidden...
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Spinning Straw into Gold
by Holly Grantham Share on Facebook Retweet this This last week before Christmas has taken on a life of its own this year. Right when my sweet little family was gearing up for afternoons baking cookies...
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The Thing With Feathers
by Holly Grantham Share on Facebook Retweet this I grew up in a family that loved birds. As far back as my mind can remember, I have opened my eyes each morning and quickly found a window through which...
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TGIF: Paris, The Grass Ain’t Greener Y’all
by Tina Francis Share on Facebook Retweet this I’m in Paris. Bread, wine and cheese Paris. Cute bikes with baguettes in baskets, quaint music, Eiffel Tower Paris. Yes. THE Paris. I’m here because...
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Saudade, a Song for the Modern Soul
by Rachel Pieh Jones Share on Facebook Retweet this “I grew up with a paradoxical sense of belonging to many and to none at the same time. It is an interesting type of “belonging,”… resulting in a...
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On Shelves of Blue-Green Truth
by Sarah Joslyn Share on Facebook Retweet this I have a habit of collecting all things mint or aqua-colored. I line them along my shelves and my desk, even my windowsill—jars and mugs, a hand-made...
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Small Acts, Great Love
by Holly Grantham Share on Facebook Retweet this The house is quiet now. All day there has been this swirling of vagrant leaves and fluttering of bare branches and it has been enough to make me wonder...
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TGIF: Feels Like Home To Me
by Tina Francis Share on Facebook Retweet this I didn’t grow up around plants. I couldn’t tell you much about mulch, rootstock or pruning. When most kids were asked to “Water the plants” the Francis...
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The Beautiful Ordinary
by Kelli Woodford Share on Facebook Retweet this The morning sky blushes as it peeks in on us, waking in each other’s arms. But we feel no shame. He smells my skin and I savor the stubble of his...
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This is a Mother’s Love
by sheloves Share on Facebook Retweet this “...the Holy Ghost over the bent world broods with warm breast and with ah! bright wings.” – Gerard Manley Hopkins Silent and still, like a gray stone nestled...
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The Mountain Beyond the Trees
by Sarah Joslyn Share on Facebook Retweet this There is a little bitty town nestled in the shadow of a dormant volcano in Western Washington. It fills with fog every fall and winter and sometimes in...
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Full Circle, Whole Heart
by sheloves Share on Facebook Retweet this By Melissa Hartwick | Twitter: @melissahartwick I moved to Nicaragua several years ago as a missionary, with a heart full of so many dreams and plans. My...
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In Love’s Kitchen
by Lisha Epperson Share on Facebook Retweet this When it’s over, I want to say: all my life I was a bride married to amazement. I was a bridegroom, taking the world into my arms. – Mary Oliver I want...
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