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Bob Robinson

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Some are Called to Go, More are Called to Stay

Many churches have annual Missions Conferences. For a week, we concentrate on overseas missionaries, highlighting their good work of proclaiming the gospel to those in foreign lands. And with this in mind, our sermons often look at the life of Paul the Apostle—the consummate model of the traveling missionary. Certainly, Paul is the epitome of […]
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Amy Sorrells

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Sophomore novel video trailer reveal!

Happy day-after-Thanksgiving! I thought I’d join in all the black Friday hullabaloo and post the brand new video trailer for my second book,Then Sings My Soul, which is available for pre-order now and hits shelves on March 1. This is … Continue reading →
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Tom Volkar

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Delightful Work Rides Again at a New Location

Copyright © 2014 Tom Volkar. Visit the original article at post is for all of you faithful Delightful Work subscribers. I’ve been wrtiing again at Please join me to subscribe to my blog there.  Here are some recent posts if you want to know what I’ve been up to. How to Live a […]

Duane Scott

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lost in love

Someone once said, “Let my heart be broken by the […] The post lost in love appeared first on Scribing the Journey.
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Glynn Young

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This well of stone

I sit in this well of stoneof limestone silence, circlingand semicircling around meI sit on a narrow ledgeconvenient for sittingpreferably in silencethe empty sky is loudabove meIt is a sculpture I sit within,a cocoon of stone of two roomsone a single spacewith a turret, enteredby bending low beforestanding up again, a bowof obeisance. Two rooms, two thresholdswithin a threshold, oneequipped with a back entrancean escape, unexpectedPhotographs: The permanent art installation “Threshold” by Roger Feldman, Laity Lodge near Leakey, Texas.
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Jim Lange

Thanksgiving Quotes

Happy Thanksgiving! “Every one of our national treasures, our liberty, enterprise, vitality, wealth, military power, global authority-flow from a surprising source; our ability to give thanks. If you think Independence...

Sheila Lagrand

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When We Went Down to the River to Pray

[From the archives. I'm on my way back to the river today.] And Talk. And Sing. And Eat. And Rest. Sunday night, late, my dear husband picked me up at LAX. He even parked the car and came inside to meet me at the baggage claim, which I  claim as a love offering. So how was […]

Michelle DeRusha

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Wonder Woman {My Faith Heroine Series}

If you don’t know Laura Boggess yet, make haste to her blog. She is one of the most beautiful, lyrical, deep writers I know out here in the blogosphere…and in print! Reading Laura’s recently published book, Playdates with God, was an exercise in contemplation and serenity for me. I lost myself in her mesmerizing prose, […]You just finished reading Wonder Woman {My Faith Heroine Series}! Consider leaving a comment!
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emily wierenga

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An Open Letter to Mothers Who Have Miscarried

Dear Mothers Who Have Miscarried,I've lost two, and it's near torn me apart, this longing to be in heaven with my babies, but I've learned the secret to staying on earth.I learned the secret, just weeks ago, and I want to share it here with you, if I may?It was December, a cold afternoon and I was meeting in a church with a prayer team. They asked me about the babies I'd lost and I wept so hard I couldn't speak because this past spring, God had told me my Madeleine would live. And then she'd died. He'd told me about her personality, and then she'd slid from my body, and I gave birth to Stillborn Faith that day.I've been grieving ever since and sometimes it's just a white lace shoe that undoes me. Or a pink dress.  Or the sight of a woman's rounded womb.And I met with the prayer team and they prayed over me, that the Grief would end. I nodded tearfully.Following the prayer, one of the women pulled me aside and told me she'd heard a pastor speak once, on miscarried and aborted babies, and that this pastor had received a vision of a nursery in heaven. In this vision, the pastor saw a nursery filled with miscarried and aborted babies, angels watching over them, and upon reaching heaven, mothers who'd lost their babies would be given a second chance to raise them.Now, friends, I don't know that there's anything in Scripture that talks about a nursery in heaven but I also know that heaven is mysterious and unfathomable and eternal, and that a nursery is something akin to the loving character of God the Father. He may just give us a second chance to raise our babies.I breathed long and hard and fast after she told me this. Because if this nursery does exist, then suddenly God's words to me in the spring made sense: his words saying that my baby would live (even though on earth, she died); his words describing her personality, as though she were already alive.Because no life is lost to Jesus.The night I lost my first child, I had a dream, even as I slept: a little girl with golden curls sat outside my bedroom door playing with toys, and when she looked at me, she had her father's eyes. And then I looked down at my arms and there was a little boy asleep in them, but I couldn't see his face.If this nursery exists, that dream was of my daughter, playing in heaven (and the baby in my arms? My eldest son, who was conceived months later).And my daughter's waiting for me--even as your children are waiting for you.13 For you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother’s womb. 14 I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful, I know that full well. 15 My frame was not hidden from you when I was made in the secret place, when I was woven together in the depths of the earth. 16 Your eyes saw my unformed body; all the days ordained for me were written in your book before one of them came to be. (Psalm 139)Friends?Our God does not lie.If he's told you that your baby lives? She does. Maybe not on earth. But nothing can separate us from the love of God--not even death, Romans 8 tells us.May you be filled with hope. This world is not all there is.Hallelujah.Your sister,e.*** Hey guys--I hate asking this, but I guess it's part of being a "professional" writer; I created an Author page yesterday and am wondering if you'll consider Liking me? Here's the link: XOXOSubscribers that had been using the RSS method may have tore-subscribe and choose the non-comments feed. Old (dead) link: (working) link:

Tod Bolsinger

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Google and Jesus Agree on At Least One Thing

Google might be on to something. But then again, Jesus had it long before Google did. Earlier this year in a New York Times article, a top Google executive said the company’s hiring had moved from typical resume highlights toward something more abstract. “Intellectual humility,” they called it. Without humility,...

Jeanne Damoff



  A canyon can be a mountain top salted with saints, majestic ones, in whom is All my delight. Light from glowing ember singing star Far from distraction by distraction Near His heart and yours and ours, we Come and take, eat, this is one body, one spirit, one hope, one high calling to Walk […]
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Susan Jones

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Thanks-Giving ~

"There is something about the presence of a cat...  that seems to take the bite out of being alone."  Louis J. Camuti *  *  * Wishing you and yours a wonderful time of Thanks-Giving  in the days ahead * * * the pace will continue to  be quiet here as  we move  into the season  of Advent which you can  read about here

Heather Holleman

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We return from visiting grandparents at the seashore. We've been told that this particular shore holds the most extraordinary collection of seashells. People come from all over the world to comb this beach for shells. Shelling at Sanibel Island is something we've looked forward to; however, this particular season, we're so disappointed.Something's not right. The shells simply aren't there.We discover from a local resident the reason for this season's emptiness:  If you want extraordinary shells, you need a turbulent, stormy season. It hasn't been violent enough to churn up the shells and deliver them to the shore. Shells like the ones on Sanibel Island require some deep disturbances. It's just been too calm below the surface. I love the symbolism of it all and how, if you want a life to showcase the most beauty, it needs the most turbulent inner storms--those deep disturbances that churn up the rare and hidden treasures in our depths. The beautiful treasures hide inside, and it takes a storm to reveal them. So I ponder those moments in life that feel storm-tossed and unsettled. This kind of shaking gets to something authentic.

Marilyn Yocum


Dumping My Blog

I’M THINKING OF DUMPING MY BLOG - been thinking it a while - but is it one more step away from writing? Or toward it? Unsure. I admitted to these very thoughts while riding to church a few weeks ago and wouldn’t you know it? The morning’s passage included “immediately they left their nets.” I […]

Marni Arnold

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It’s Time to Be Present in His Presence

The other day, my world was flipped upside down. In fact, a week ago today, my world was beginning to flip…but it wasn’t until Friday it completely turned over. Some may read this and roll their eyes wondering “what is wrong with her?” Some, won’t. Either way, the fact is our family cat of 15 years […]