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Scars

Scars

Many of our bodies have scars. Scars adorn knees from bike accidents. Scars remain on hands from falls in the ice. Faces may wear scars of acne or chicken pox. Other scars are not visible. Scars are left on our hearts from betrayal, loneliness, abuse, depression, anxiety, grief and a host of other emotions. It is hard to make it through life without scars. Our hearts and bodies tell the story of a life that is tough.   Jesus had…

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The Lie 

The Lie 

I am a liar. “How are you?”   “Good! How are you?” It’s easy. The cheery answers slips out before the real answer even has time to form on my lips. After all, how would people react if I told them the truth? What would people say if I told them I wasn’t “good,” and I hadn’t been “good” for quite some time? Pain makes us uncomfortable. When we ask someone how they are, we want a cheery answer. We…

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Depression Era History Movies 

Depression Era History Movies 

When our family is dragging and no one wants to do school, it is awesome to be able to pop in a movie and know that they are still learning. Here are our top four for learning about the depression era: 1. It’s a Wonderful Life – The popular story of George Bailey is a favorite of mine. Even though my kids were annoyed that our movie wasn’t in color, they couldn’t help but root for Bailey. This timeless classic not…

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Unloved and Unseen

Unloved and Unseen

A blind man sat by the road, not seeing and not being seen. If he was lucky, a few coins might be tossed his way, but otherwise, he was alone. As a child, I shut myself in a closet. I waited in the inky black stillness, not seeing and not being seen. Alone. Would anyone come my way? Would anyone notice the pain inside? As a child, sexual and verbal abuse sent me down into a pit that I yearned…

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Chain Breaker 

Chain Breaker 

On Sunday, my husband was called into work at the last minute. My kids were complaining and fighting. I was tired and worn out already and it wasn’t even noon. As usual, we stumbled into church late. The words of the Zach William’s praise song caught my attention:  “If you’ve been walking the same old road for miles and miles,  If you’ve been hearing the same old voice tell the same old lies,  If you’re trying to fill the same old…

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