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Bob Robinson

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Will the Earth Dissolve Like Snow?

Recently I’ve found myself quite uncomfortable singing “Amazing Grace.” I find myself thinking, “What has Chris Tomlin done to this classic?!” Now, don’t get me wrong. I actually like it when musicians update the classics. And Tomlin’s new chorus is biblical, catchy, and moving. “My chains are gone, I’ve been set free. My God, my […]
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Amy Sorrells

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COVER REVEAL!!! Then Sings My Soul, my sophomore novel!

I’m BEYOND excited to share with you the cover of my second novel (coming March 1, 2015 from David C. Cook), Then Sings My Soul! In the coming weeks I’ll share more information about the history and inspiration behind this … 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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Emily Wierenga’s “Atlas Girl”

A story of being a caregiver for a mother afflicted by brain cancer.A story of the daily battle that is anorexia.A story of falling in love, getting married – and bringing anorexia into the marriage.A story of the deep desire to have childrenA story of missions – of being involved in missions in places like the Mideast where the murderof Christians is not unknown.A story of being a PK – a pastor’s kid.And a story of finding hope in the one place you didn’t expect to find it.One could write a book, or a series of books, on any one of those things. Emily Wierenga chose to write a book on all of those things. Welcome to Atlas Girl: Finding Home in the Last Place I Thought to Look. Atlas Girl is a memoir, yes; at least, that’s probably the genre you’d find it on Amazon or in the bookstore. But it is more than that, too. Brutally honest; occasionally shocking; sometimes so raw you can feel the roughness of it. But all of it real.It’s the story of a life.Wierenga has talked about her battles with anorexia in Chasing Siilhouettes. Atlas Girl puts those battles in the context of her life, her family, her husband, and her missions work.She doesn’t tell her story in chronological order. We may live our lives chronologically or sequentially, one event or one day after another. But it takes an approach like she demonstrates here to knit those chronological events into a cohesive, integrated whole. And this is true for any of us – we don’t make sense of our lives by examining them chronologically. And Wierenga travels (it’s not called Atlas Girl for no good reason). Across Canada. The United States. Korea. The Congo. Amsterdam. Lebanon. Jordan. Japan. China. Australia. Dominican Republic. Italy. Mexico. Part of her travel has to do with missions. And part of it has to do with a restless spirit that is looking for something.Memoir, autobiography, meditation, personal journalism. Atlas Girl is all of these things.And it’s the story of young woman who’s honest enough to tell it. Related: My review of Emily’s Chasing Silhouettes.Book trailer for Atlas Girl.Atlas Girl web site.Image by Dawn Hudson via Public Domain Pictures. Used with permission.
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Jim Lange

What Would Your Future Self Say to You Today – Guest Post by Chris Patton

If you have ever read Stephen Covey’s classic, The Seven Habits of Highly Effective People, then you are familiar with the funeral exercise. In this exercise, Covey asks us, the...

Sheila Lagrand

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Weekend Reflection: Remembered

My Husband’s Firstborn, Sean Michael Lagrand. July 13, 1981 – September 25, 2006 Blessed are those who mourn, for they shall be comforted. Matthew 5:4 (ESV) Shhh. It’s the weekend. Remove your shoes and step into the stillness. Stopy by Sandra Heska King’s place for Still Saturday.  Then stop by Lisha Epperson’s Give me Grace. Join us? We saved room just for […]

Michelle DeRusha

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Why You Need to Take a Real Vacation {without Email, Smartphones, Tweets and Likes}

We need to get away. I mean really away. Away from the siren call of our laptops and tablets. Away from the urge to check our Facebook page “just one more time,” in case we missed anything. {You didn’t. I promise.} Away from the Twitter stream scrolling like a Wall Street ticker tape. Away from […]You just finished reading Why You Need to Take a Real Vacation {without Email, Smartphones, Tweets and Likes}! Consider leaving a comment!
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Amy Sullivan


Impact with Simplicity and Savings

Do you remember Impact with Crafts? It was the first issue of Impact, an online ezine focused on simple ways we can have a positive impact others.We (being myself, Lisa V., and the pages of talented ladies who shared practical tips) hope you enjoy the current issue of Impact, which focuses on simplicity and savings. As an added bonus, the authors included in this ezine give shout outs to their favorite nonprofits and others-centered organizations.Should you have difficulty with viewing the ezine here, try this.Should you like what you read, please show our writers some love via social media and be sure to check out the organizations they support.As always, thanks for showing up and reading! 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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A Cure for Denominational Depression

I’m a pastor in a denomination that is in the middle of (yet another) divide. I sat through another discussion about exiting churches at our Presbytery meeting a couple of weeks ago. It was like being part of a divorce negotiation with a couple that still loves each other yet...

Jeanne Damoff


Rising From the Ruin

“For this I bless you as the ruin falls. The pains You give me are more precious than all other gains.” C.S. Lewis If I asked you to define a “good gift,” what would you say? Feel free to press pause on this blog post to ponder that question for a while. It’s an important […]
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Susan Jones

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He Speaks ~

I will hear what the  Lord will speak in me: for He will speak peace. Psalm 85:8 *  *  *       
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Brock Henning

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Paying Yourself Extra for Free

Image courtesy of Shutterstock.comAt 4:30 a.m. on a snowy December morning, all I had on my 13 year-old mind was getting each nearly-frozen newspaper off my sled and onto each customer’s porch. The faster I could unload papers, the sooner I could melt back into a toasty bed. But I stopped after ten houses, glancing back.Four newspapers had missed their targets by a mile, each sticking out halfway in the snow. Hey, I was paid for delivering newspapers to the premise, not customized handling. And besides, my toes were cold.I thought of the elderly couple who lived at one of those homes. The next morning I returned to my usual route. This time every newspaper landed on a porch, and I placed a few, the ones I'd went back to the day before, just inside the storm doors. And for the elderly couple, whose storm door was locked, I deposited a plastic bag-wrapped newspaper in the mailbox adjacent the door, same as I’d done the day before. But when I opened their mailbox this time, I found a small package wrapped in Santa Claus gift wrap, with my name on it. Inside was a pair of wool gloves that fit perfectly, and a note shakily written to match the writer’s voice. Thank you for placing the newspaper in our mailbox. Sometimes it’s hard for us to pick it up.And when I got my first real job on a payroll at 16, at the local hardware store, I pushed the shopping cart for a middle-aged woman and loaded paint cans and houseware items into her car. She couldn’t walk very well.I was paid to work in the store, and to load heavier items like bags of sand and mulch and salt rock, and to only go out to the parking lot to retrieve empty shopping carts. I wasn’t paid to push a customer’s cart, but I did it anyway. She thanked me and offered a five for my trouble. I politely refused.I think of the numerous times during my professional career, when I’ve stepped outside of my hired job role to fix a problem that was not my responsibility to fix, but I took a shot at it anyway, foregoing my own work for another. I didn’t always fix the problem, and I certainly didn’t get paid extra for the effort, but it was a chance to communicate something that always pays off, and in some cases can change another’s life. Somebody cares.When a person says ‘no’ to something they are not paid to do, is that wrong? No, it is not. Then should we only say ‘yes’ to those things we are paid to do? After all, we need to make a living, and we’re all limited by time. We can’t be all things to all people. But didn’t Jesus Himself say “…whoever wants to become great among you must be your servant...the Son of Man did not come to be served, but to serve, and to give his life as a ransom for many” (Matthew 20:26-28 NIV)? How do we know where to draw the line?I think you’ll know.I never hand-delivered every customer’s newspaper to their door or mailbox. I couldn't finish my job if I did. I’d offer that 9 out of 10 newspapers flung 30 feet from the curb to the door every morning, most largely missing the doormat. But that 1 out of 10, the one I knew I should help, I gave extra for free.This post is part of The High Calling's Community Post topic, "Working for Free". Click here to read more insightful posts on this topic!

Heather Holleman

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Worn Out But Carried

Have you had the experience of being so exhausted that you just can't do what you're supposed to do and you cry out to God and He hears and carries you through it? (Whew, that was a long sentence!)It's an incredible thing to experience the power of God when you come to the end of your own strength.I felt this many times in my life: as a camp counselor, as a new mother, on the mission field, in sickness both mentally and physically, in graduate school, and sometimes just on ordinary days when I throw my hands in the air and say, "I am too tired! I just can't do it! Then, God provides a special strength. I'm thankful that sometimes I'm in situations like this so I can know this kind of strength. 

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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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Beginning Somewhere

Who knew…a writer would be at a loss for words. haha Sounds almost impossible, particularly from writers who are introverted. The reality is, I’m never truly at a loss for words…but I come to points where the words are too numerous to draw into one coherent idea. At the moment, I literally have about 50 […]