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Bob Robinson

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Are You Able to Stay Focused in your Vocation?

“The average person checks his cell phone 150 times each day. Is it any wonder that we feel unfocused and distracted?” Marcus Goodyear asks this question in the series of posts at The High Calling on “Vocation Focus.” Todd Lake reminds us of Frederick Buechner’s  famous quote that we should look for our calling in […]
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Amy Sorrells

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More of How Sweet the Sound: A Novel in pictures

I’m on blogging hiatus for a couple of weeks as I make copyedits to my upcoming second novel, Then Sings My Soul (3/2014). In the meantime, enjoy these collections of photos with quotes from How Sweet the Sound. Do you … 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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The Worm and the Butterfly

There is a scene in my novel A Light Shining where Michael Kent-Hughes, the junior priest at St. Anselm’s Church in San Francisco, meets with Jason, a 15-year-old street kid who’s been attending Michael’s church. He’s been a thief and a prostitute, doing whatever was needed to survive on the streets.Michael and Jason are talking, and Jason wants to know why the church cares about him and the other street kinds, and why Michael cares.“Because you matter,” Michael says. “You matter to God. And because you matter to God, you matter to us. Jason, God sees you as something valuable. You have great value in his eyes.”“I’m a piece of crap, Father Michael,” Jason responds. “That’s all I am. I steal when I have to. I’ve done drugs, all of them. I hustle tricks to make money. There’s no value here. I’m a piece of crap.” He stares at Michael defiantly.“That may be what you think,” Michael responds. “And that may be what a lot of people think. But it’s not what God thinks. And it’s not what Father John and I think. Jason, you and maybe others see what’s on the surface. And what’s on the surface may be ugly, to you and a lot of people.But what really matters is what’s inside and what’s in your heart. What God sees is the man He created you to be. He sees that potential, that possibility. He sees the sin, too, the sin in you and the sin in me and in every one of us. And that’s what Jesus died for – He died so that sin in all of us is forgiven and we can become the people God intended us to be.”I’ve been reading The Cure: What if God Isn’t Who You Think He Is and Neither Are You, by John Lynch, Bruce McNichol and Bill Thrall, and the scene in A Light Shining popped into my head when I read this sentence:“Your view of you is the greatest commentary on your view of God.”The authors use a metaphor: we see ourselves as the caterpillar, the worm, while God sees the butterfly.Even after we believe, it’s often difficult to let go of the past, what has shaped us, the sin in our lives. He’s hard to imagine being forgiven for the things we have done, or said, or been.We carry a lot of old baggage. What we don’t realize is that God has thrown it out.All of it.“You are no longer who you were, even on your worst day,” the authors of The Cure write. “What we believed in that first moments of trusting Jesus affects everything.”We’re not worms. We’re not caterpillars.In God’s eyes, we’re butterflies.Led by Jason Stasyszen and Sarah Salter, we’ve been reading The Cure. Thuis concludes our discussion of chapter three, “Two Gods.” To see more posts on this chapter, please visit Jason at Connecting to Impact.Photograph by Svetlana Tikhonova via Public Domain Pictures. Used with permission.
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Jim Lange

Yay You!

I read an interesting study recently. In the study college seniors were given surveys with the following two scenarios: You will earn $60,000 per year immediately upon graduation. And, each...

Sheila Lagrand

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The Work of Our Hands

  Something Different.  Let the favor of the Lord our God be upon us,     and establish the work of our hands upon us;     yes, establish the work of our hands! Psalm 90:17 (ESV) Shhh. It’s the weekend. Remove your shoes and step into the stillness. Stop by Sandra Heska King’s place for Still Saturday.  Then stop by […]

Michelle DeRusha

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When No Doesn’t Mean No

One of the things I noticed in researching and writing about the lives of 50 Christian women was just how many of these women refused to take “no” for an answer. I think sometimes as Christians, and particularly as Christian women, we assume “no” is the last word. We hear “no,” and we wonder if […]You just finished reading When No Doesn't Mean No! 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


The Lulu Tree

Isn’t this the cutest handmade hat you’ve ever seen? Well, guess what! You can order one. Or twenty. Because today is launch day for The Lulu Tree Boutique. And when you buy this hat (or any of the other wonderful items for sale in the boutique), all the proceeds will go to help mamas and […]
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Susan Jones

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Stand Therefore ~

(a little click will enlarge the photo) a wind has blown the rain away and blownthe sky away and all the leaves away,and the trees stand.  I think I too have knownautumn too long ee cummings *  *  * they are falling fast yet many remain seasons change *  *  *
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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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5 Words for Today

Do you remember the power of the One Word Reminder for children? The one word houses an entire narrative. Saying the word "shoes" or "bed" or "teeth" alerts a child to what she needs to do and saves you from an entire monologue. When I applied the One Word Reminder to myself in 2010, I used words like "flair" and "gentle" and "Jesus" throughout my entire day to call forth larger truths and larger intentions.As October begins, I reread Psalm 1-5 and find One Word Reminders that call forth the larger truth today. In order from Psalm 1-5, I chose meditate, refuge, shield, joy, and lead. It's a way to help my memorization and to keep my heart at peace.Those who meditate on the law bear fruit; those who take refuge in God are blessed; God is a shield who bestows glory; God's joy is better than anything else; and God leads us on straight paths.I walk to school, drive to campus, make dinner, and tuck the children in with the five words dancing inside of my mind. Meditate. Refuge. Shield. Joy. Lead.Meditate. Refuge. Shield. Joy. Lead. Tomorrow, I'll find five more. Reading the Bible for a single key word helps keep it inside me all day.

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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The Burdens We Bear

To face the reflection in the mirror…it’s tough. I mean to really face it…not just glance at it. Nor does just looking at the surface do much of anything. There comes a point in all our lives where we become all accountable for what we’ve done in effort to cope with what’s been done to […]