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Bob Robinson

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Four Things to Do When You Make a Mistake at Work

Each summer, as a teenager headed for college, I was determined to make as much money as possible. My dad, a roofer, needed the help. There were perks:  free transportation in Dad’s ’52 Chevy, a lunch packed by mom, and a paycheck that didn’t bounce. Reality is, I wasn’t a good roofer. My lines were […]
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Amy Sorrells

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what stones leave. a maundy thursday poem.

when the fullness of despair is resurrected it’s possible for the whole of creation to laud and praise while others linger in the shadowed emptiness wringing their hands over the stone which held their grief in check now rolled away … 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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The house is settling in for the night. The shower whis […] The post peace appeared first on Scribing the Journey.
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Glynn Young

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Standing in presence

Standing in presencethere is heaviness, abounding;I turn, slightly, towardthe neon light but turn back,the reality of what’s beforeme overwhelming. To seethe face is fatal, even to seethe back is searing, bleachingmy face, my hair, my soulas I hide in this cleft. Evenmy breath is scorched.Photograph by Junior Libby via Public Domain Pictures. Used with permission.
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Jim Lange

Who is Your Provider?

I recently received a devotional from my friend Os Hillman which contained this story: A story is told about F. B. Meyer, the great Bible teacher and pastor who lived...

Sheila Lagrand

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Weekend Reflection: Darkness Banished!

The people walking in darkness have seen a great light; on those living in the land of deep darkness a light has dawned. Isaiah 9:2 (NIV) Sunday’s coming. I wait in the stillness with Sandy. Join us?

Michelle DeRusha

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Once More, With Feeling {I am a Spiritual Misfit Series}

I met Laura Brown two years ago at a writers’ retreat deep in a Texas canyon, where the river runs jade and the hummingbirds gather like bees on the blossoms. I was immediately awed by her quiet presence. You can tell, within moments of meeting Laura, that she’s smart, really smart, and a deep, contemplative […]You just finished reading Once More, With Feeling {I am a Spiritual Misfit Series}! Consider leaving a comment!
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Amy Sullivan


Spiritual Misfit-ism

I know about being a Spiritual Misfit.It's what happens when a Pentecostal preacher's kid marries a former Catholic girl. SpiritualMisfit-ism looks a little something like this.It's a mixture of hand raising and navy blue, knee socks, with a sprinkle of the Apostles' Creed.My friend, Michelle DeRusha, also knows about being a Spiritual Misfit. In fact, she just released her first book on this very subject, and her book looks a little something like this.It's a mixture of belly laughing and hard faith questions, with a sprinkle of orange Cheez-Its (inside joke you will get after you read the book).Michelle created something special when she penned Spiritual Misfit. By bravely writing her memoir, Michelle wrote something for all of us. The believers, the doubters, and those of us who do a little bit of both.Enough gushing, let me introduce you to Michelle through a few of my favorite excerpts from Spiritual Misfit.Michelle on time in the confessional"Wait, wait, did he say 'my child'? How the heck does he know I'm a kid? Shoot. Crap. Shootshootcrapcrapcrap, can he see me?"Michelle on the role of God"God was not accessible in an everyday kind of way. He was like a foreman or a CEO—distant and important, someone you might approach with a serious concern, but not someone with whom you made small talk."Michelle on the real reason to attend church"I attended church a couple of times with my Catholic girlfriends as a freshman at the University of Massachusetts, not to find God but to find a boyfriend."Michelle on serving others"In doing so, these endeavors moved me from my own head, where I spent a copious amount of time analyzing and speculating about what constituted real faith, to a faith on the ground, in action, where I witnessed glimpses of God with my own eyes."Michelle on being a when. . .then girl"I've always been a "when. . .then" girl. When I got into college, then I'd be happy. When I got married, then I'd be happy. When we bought a house, then I'd be happy. When my thighs didn't roll together, then I'd be happy. When I had a baby, then I'd be happy. Would it ever end?"Michelle on conversion"I'd assumed that, upon conversion, I would instantly become a new and improved Michelle, as if I'd stepped in a Faith Makeover Machine and exited with a cute bob, radiant highlights, and a brand-new Jesus-like attitude.": :Regardless if you are new to ideas about faith, a seasoned pew dweller, or someone who just asks "Why?" Spiritual Misfit is for you.And should you need more prodding before you pull the trigger and buy this book, check out what others are saying about Spiritual Misfit. Just scroll to the bottom of this post for other online reviews.: :Comments are closed in hopes you will spend your precious minutes checking out Spiritual Misfit. Follow @AmyLSullivan1
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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:
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Tod Bolsinger

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When Size Really Doesn’t Matter…. OR… Why a discussion of either “Wee Kirks” or “Tall Steeples” completely misses the moment.

Two meals, two conversations, the same topic. (Over and over again.) One was the pastor of a declining church, the other a growing one. One was in an urban setting, the other rural. One of their churches was well -known, even iconic, the other was church that is not really...

Jeanne Damoff


Alleluia, Our Father

Music is everywhere. On our phones, in our cars, piped into the grocery store and doctor’s office and elevator. It’s common to every culture, and often one of the first sounds babies produce. And yet, music is far from ordinary. It’s this remarkable, powerful, who-can-find-words-to-describe-it thing. I don’t pretend to understand all the physics behind […]
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Susan Jones

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Poured Out ~

the Lord Jesus  on the same night  in which He was betrayed  took bread;  and when He had given thanks,  He broke it and said,  "Take, eat;  this is My body which is broken for you;  do this in remembrance of Me."  In the same manner  He also took the cup  after supper,  saying,  "This cup is the new covenant  in My blood.  This do, as often as you drink it,  in remembrance
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Brock Henning

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Shore Book Project Update - Still Cranking

It's been a while since our last update, and we're happy to report the cogwheels are still cranking with Mike and Christa Shore on their book.2013 proved to be a very busy year for all of us with work, family, and ministry commitments, so our book interview sessions were few and far between. We decided in December that instead of trying to piecemeal a few hours here and there to conduct interviews, which left far too much time in between each get-together, and having to re-visit parts of the story, we changed our approach to what we call "marathon sessions." We opted to set aside 6-8 hour chunks on Sundays to crank out several story interviews back to back, and get 'er done. At this point we have over 80,000 words of transcribed interviews, and I expect we'll have closer to 120,000 words once the interviews are complete (we think a couple more marathon sessions will wrap up the interview process). As a frame of reference, a typical non-fiction book is around 75,000 words, so we're not worried at all about having enough content for their story. It's the editing and cutting that's going to hurt.  :) Once we've completed the interviews and laborious transcription process, it will be full steam ahead crafting each chapter for the final manuscript.Thanks for checking in, and thanks to those of you who have asked how the book is coming along. As always, your prayer support and encouragement are invaluable to us on this journey.And as has been Mike and Christa's purpose for this book from the start, we all continue to believe strongly that this story will help anyone find hope and purpose through and beyond life's setbacks.Peace!-bsh

Heather Holleman

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The Golden Egg

This morning our neighbors invite us to join them on an Easter Egg hunt in the forest. As I make my way past thorns, briars, fallen logs, and piles of leaves (this is the forest!), I find myself so full of delight.Then, I realize I'm in charge of hiding the Golden Egg. I can hardly speak from the sneaky joy of it.When I was in third grade, back in the 80's, I once found the Golden Egg during a military base wide Easter Egg Hunt in Ft. Lewis, Washington. I remember exactly what it felt like to spy that bright golden egg. It had been hidden in the ivy, and when I found it, I held it up over my head and couldn't speak. I was silenced by the excitement--the unbelievable happiness--of it.The prize was a Cabbage Patch doll. A real Cabbage Patch doll that nobody else had and that everyone wanted. It you grew up in the 80's, you know exactly what the Cabbage Patch doll meant to me. Even all these years later, I can't believe it actually happened to me.This time around, I'm hiding the Golden Egg for my own daughter who happens to be the exact same age as I was back then. This time around, I'm the one hiding, not searching. This time around, I'm the one giving, not getting. I'm making the moments for another generation, just like someone made them for me. The delight is just as powerful and just as exciting.Growing older means that I get to hide the Golden Egg and watch the joy of others finding it. And what a joy it was! Early into motherhood, I felt the loss of my youth, but now, I feel what I gain with age.I hide the Golden Eggs, and that's better than finding them.

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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Build Your Fortress

Definition, fortress: “1a large fortified place; a fort or group of forts, often including a town citadel; 2any place of exceptional security; stronghold” Fortresses are imperative in life. Danny Silk shared a quote the other day on his Facebook Page: “Boundaries are courage in action. A child who is courageously setting boundaries will be able to resist negative peer pressure.” Timothy Smith The deeply woven truth in these words is intensely profound…especially the beginning words: […]