When You Have to Be Strong and Courageous

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I am incredibly blessed to live in my literal Promised Land. I prayed and waited six years for the vision God whispered to my heart to materialize in what is now our small farm. It's been quite the Jesus-led adventure so far. In other areas of my life, I am approaching the Jordan River, asking the Lord to go before me and part the waters for my ...

Seventy-four years after it was gifted to her, I have my great-grandmother's Bible in my dining room. The leather binding is cracked, but the red letters still stand out bold on the pages. I'm named for the woman who owned this Bible. She raised my precious grandma, who then raised my mom, who in turn brought me (and my siblings) up in the faith ...

My Deathbed Didn’t Scare Me — Healing Does

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My deathbed didn’t scare me. At fifteen, I was told I had a month to live. Four weeks. Thirty days. Yet dying didn’t scare me. (And not just because no one had told me.) After two years of misdiagnosis, I wasn’t able to feed, bathe, or dress myself — basically, all I could do was roll over. I lost my home, my health, and my friends. Dying didn’t ...

When to Mourn and When to Hope

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"Hysterical |-----------------------------| Historical" That's what Carol, my counselor, writes on the big whiteboard that is to the right of me. I'm in the loveseat and she's sitting in the swivel chair opposite me, but she gets up and is standing and pointing with the dry-erase marker and saying to me, "You are on the hysterical end right ...