Desperate for A Spiritual Spring
The snow is six inches deep and still falling as this south Alabama girl makes her way through the woods from the Loge to our cabin. Though I have experienced now before, it has never been higher than the soles of my shoes. I stomp thought the woods like a...
Seeing The Living Word In Real Life
Walking to the dining hall, I see a small stone pond with a recycling waterfall, whose edges are frozen white. If I look closely, I can see orange and the faint movement of carp leaning on hibernation for survival. Along the pond’s edges, daffodil’s yellow blooms are...
When Mentoring Shows Your Beauty
When I was a pre-teen, my dad had a string of prisms hanging from a tree outside our kitchen window. Sometimes, in the late afternoon, as mom was cooking supper, I would sit and wait for the afternoon light to engage with the prisms. When it did, small circles of...
When Forgiveness Is More Than A Feeling
Perhaps it was my own low self-esteem that left the door to my heart wide open. Perhaps it was lack of faith that took my eyes off Christ and on to others. Or, maybe it’s human nature to vacillate between flesh and spirit. And when flesh is winning we are the ultimate...
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