tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-80235537725124840122012-02-15T23:48:21.372-10:00Proving What God Can Do With Broken LivesTracy Nuneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02038769293299321989noreply@blogger.comBlogger1481100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8023553772512484012.post-50506513508922778122012-02-09T13:01:00.000-10:002012-02-09T13:02:35.046-10:00

After a 3 month pause in writing to do some other things, I sat down to write this for Faithwriters.  It is inspired by a dear friend.  There is a sequal coming soon.  It won 8th place in Editors Choice and will be published in a book of short stories. .http://www.faithwriters.com/wc-article-editors-previous.php?id=41577

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In the pre-dawn hours of a frigid Saturday, Lizzie sat before her computer engaged in a battle unaware. Sleep eluded her, the TV bored her and a book required too much linear concentration. The starts, stops and clicks of managing a web log afforded her the right environment for her dark-of-the-night fuzzy brain. Enable Comments? Disable? Like button? Share this? Ask for input? Don't allow

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The smell of putrid flesh, acrid and hostile to her senses, rose from the pile of what was once a humble low-rise apartment building. The din around her tried to drown out a small cry, but somehow her ears picked up the weak, persistent sound,"Wait...hold up!"She held her finger to her ear in a silent order to listen while searching their faces for confirmation that they'd heard the tiny cry as

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He is coming soon and His reward is with Him!  Blessed be the Name above of all Names.  May we be found surrendered to Him in all things, may the darkness that tries to enslave us be slung away and smashed by His great Hand.  Now is the time to let all things fall away, alliances to people, places and things.  He is all that matters.  His desire is that we be fully engulfed by His will, His way,

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Unseen forces hovered around Silla as she waited for the thirty minute late city bus. Brow's furrowed, her distress over her elderly Aunt's sure worry about her being late nestled between her eyes. Her Mom's chastisement floated in the recesses of her mind, "Silla! Stop fretting, Honey. You're going to look in the mirror one day and wish you had listened to your Mother!" She subconsciously

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It's funny that this post was sitting in my "Drafts" box waiting to be finished because for a variety of reasons I don't FEEL like praising today.  But, even in just reading what I had already typed in this draft  my heart and my head are lifted above what troubles me. God commands us to praise Him.  It's not a choice, yet often we aren't thankful at all or we are only thankful if we feel a

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Yes, I might have deceived you.  Unintentionally.  Unknowingly.  Unaware of the jog out of sync that my theology had taken.  Small?  Insignificant?  Possibly.  But, little steps add up and before you know it, you can be way off the path. I'm thinking that Ann Voskamp didn't mean to deceive anyone.  This is a guess because I can't be certain.  But, making that assumption I asked myself, "How did

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I was never one of those little girls who dreamed of being Superwoman, or any other super hero for that matter. I had no illusions of ridding the world of evil or vanquishing the bad guys.  Police work didn't interest me and neither did a career with the FBI.  I had no desire to take a stand.  While I had plenty of passion, I hated conflict. Yet time and again since I was a little girl I've

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In my blog post a couple of days ago I said I was having trouble with Ann Voskamps writing style but that I had overcome it.  What I should have said is that I began to overlook it to see the deeper things she was saying.  I think she is 100% correct in saying that gratitude, thanksgiving and praise are essential to the life of faith in Jesus Christ.  I am truly glad for the chance to focus in on

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There is something about the word "gifts" that catches our attention more than the word "blessings."  Why is that?  Could it be because our ears perk up at the sound of a word that makes us think of presents under the tree at Christmas and a pile of beautifully wrapped boxes at a birthday party?  Somehow, it narrows us down to the moment when something is handed to us by the giver and we become

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I'm going to make a confession right off...I have a little trouble with the way that 1000 Gifts is written.  No offense to the author, but at times it is too poetical for me and the way she orders a sentence sounds like she is masquerading as Yoda.  You know, "Grateful am I" instead of "I am grateful."  If that sounds like splitting hairs, it might be, but bear with me.  I have a point. To be

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Save or delete? Trash bin or recycle bin? Move to folder? Mark unread? It's a daily task: read, delete or save. Move to a special folder or permanently junk it? A simple perusal through my email accounts and most emails are deleted before opening - spam, as in the not good for you suedo-meat and "really gross anyway" type of fare. Most forwards fall into this category, except a few charms along

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I've been all over the place this Spring and Summer. I experienced healing, restoration and the beauty of watching snow topped mountains turn into rushing rivers, dead trees come to life with the tiniest brilliant buds. I sucked in the sent of Lavender and literally did stop to smell the roses...frequently. I walked for miles amongst the pine trees that left their scent on my skin and saw the

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Somehow, don't ask me how, I missed the book 1000 Gifts when it came out.  I remember seeing the cover and after being reminded, I now recall that Lysa Teurkhurst highly recommended it.  But, somewhere in the midst of life, multiple major surgeries (4 in 4 years) and the demands of the Daily, I missed this gem hidden between hard covers. Then God gifted me with a three month trip out of my

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The path to peace; littered with the bombs of war. The cry for war; disrupted by the whispers of peace. The two, intrinsically linked and diametrically opposed. Private peace, often viewed through the lens of personhood, yet seldom offering anything more than a call for sacrifice on the part of others in deference to one's own cocoon of tranquility, when reality is: we are responsible for our own

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Henry took pleasure in the rhythm of the glider and making it move with the small efforts his worn body could make. He could press a button and the contraption would do the work for him, but Henry was weary of machines and contraptions. He favored the old ways. It looked different than the gliders of his Mama’s day. Shiny. What was this fabric anyway? Not the natural stuff Henry preferred.

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"Mr. and Mrs. Kaplan, I see you have reservations through Monday?" The front desk clerk's well trained hospitality helped ease an uncomfortable moment. "We have reservations for four nights, but we aren't sure how long we'll be staying," Mike answered, looking first at the clerk and then at his wife, Mandolin. "Might be more, might be less." Mandolin nodded her agreement and smiled, but the

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Producer, Rick Ratings: "Ready on one....three, two, one and... roll opening." Announcer, Dave Deep Voice: "Live! Local! Late breaking! Bear News Channel is on now!" Anchor, Sally Superstar: "Thanks for joining us. I'm Sally Superstar." Co-Anchor, Harry Handsome: "And, I'm Harry Handsome." Sally: "You've heard this a lot lately but scientist are saying that they've never seen anything like

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Watch this short video on the question of Hell.  You'll be glad you did.   http://www.crosswalk.com/video/we-cant-afford-to-get-it-wrong-francis-chan-hell.html

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"Maybe I weren't good 'nough to 'er." Bess's voice, barely above a whisper but still audible in the quiet room, brought me out of my mental calculations of her med chart. I jotted down the notes and turned to her, "Good enough to who, Bess?" "Hmmm? Oh, nothin'. I's jus thinkin' out loud, is all." The moisture in her eyes belied her casual comment. I waited, measuring if I should pry further

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The Teachers voice is fading. The clink of chalices and murmured conversations add to the ever present feeling that He is getting farther from me...or me from Him. The room is warm and the soft glow of candlelight casts shadows on the faces around the table and the Passover implements. I'm here in flesh but my heart is far gone. His voice now just an echo of the symphony it used to be to me. I

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What happens when we think we get to decide Who God is or isn't?  If He were what we made Him, He wouldn't be much of a God would He?  Read on: ________________________________________________________ Jenson was a bright and thoughtful young man but he walked away from the funeral home with a chip on his heart. His mother’s death from kidney failure after months of suffering despite her

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“Can you do anything about it?” I asked the mirror and the hairstylist standing behind me. “Honey, you’ve got some very confused hair. Straight in the back, wavy on the sides, and curly in front. There’s no hairstyle that’s going to fix all of that. You have to pick a way and go with it.” My hair, like my eyes, can’t decide what it wants to be. Some days my eyes are green and some days they

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Dear Friends, Please pray for my daughter today.  Her name is Lena.  She is very sick.  She is 23 and has severly swollen tonsils and lymph nodes in her neck. She's in a lot of pain. She is on very strong antibiotics and steroids and it isn't getting better.  They are doing blood work to find out the cause.  Please pray that she will get better qucikly and that the doctors will have wisdom.

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This subject is dear to my heart.  My entry into the Faithwriters Writing Challenge won 1st place in the Advanced category. God has been so gracious and merciful to me!  Please click the link, read and pass it on.  It's a critical subject in our time. http://www.faithwriters.com/wc-article-level3-previous.php?id=39272 ****************************************************************** Wow.

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I'm off to the Good Friday service at my church.  Looking forward to it as I've heard that it's beautiful and prayerful in preparing our hearts for Easter.  Just what I have been wanting for Good Friday service for a long time    Thank you Lord Jesus for your sacrifice!    I pray that today, and all days, I will live knowing that You love me no matter what I do and then living my life to honor

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Please click on this link and read my latest Faithwriters.com Writer's Challenge article.  The topic was Outbreak.  It reads a bit like an episode of Planet Earth but with spiritual applications.  Just picture James Earl Jones reading it and you will see what I mean.  It won 2nd place in its level and 9th for Editors Choice. http://www.faithwriters.com/wc-article-level3-previous.php?id=39192

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 Obvious Evil - easy to spot Of the twenty or so Survivor seasons, I think I have seen about 4 or 5. Most were in the early days before it got repetitive and weird and became more about being a mean strategist than surviving harsh conditions. But, I did watch the All Star season and that is where I found out about Russell the Bad. I found out that he was notoriously criminally minded and

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It's scary sometimes to follow the Lord.  Most times really.  But, it's much scarier to not follow Him and turn away from His embrace.  I'd rather walk through the flames with Him than sit in a quiet forest without Him. I need prayer and I'm asking my readers to spend some time before the Lord on my behalf this week.  Time, experience, hardships, prayer and surrender have been used by God to

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“I think that a helicopter might have crashed,” my husband said. I’d just gotten out of the shower and I wondered aloud what was going on.  The walls of our house were vibrating from the sound of nearby helicopters over the bay in front of our house. We went outside in the half-moon light and watched one of the large double propeller Marine corps helicopters circling with its search light on

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The bright light at the end of the long dark tunnel beckons them to the final quarter in the final game of the championship.  The season is ending. Long days, weeks, months and years of practice, sweat and determination bookended by injury, humiliation and accomplishment, are coming to an end.   Every player on the team has a story to tell of what obstacles they hurdled, ran around or tripped

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The left side just won’t cooperate.  It just won’t get with the program.  It fights the right side at every turn. The right side is all happy and content and the multiple points of disagreement on the left make the two sides incompatible.  It seems hopeless. You may think I’m talking about politics, but while that description could certainly describe congress these days,  I’m actually talking

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Twirling, twirling, twirling. Hands in the air, an imaginary crown on her head, she twirled, sweeping her arms through the air.  All around her she could picture her very own fairy tale: Castles with turrets and shining knights who protected her, gleaming drapes of silk flowing in the wind, her adoring and loyal subjects flocking to her with outpourings of love and her handsome Prince standing

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Have you ever noticed how odd, out of place, sometimes rude, many times blunt and occasionally perplexing the questions that Jesus asked were?  The following are all questions Jesus asked of people He came into contact with.  He asked them as He encountered them along the way.  Some were rich, many were poor, some were sick, many were hurting, some were proud and religious and a few were demon

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Not a victim, not a label, not a product of my past. Mistakes don’t plague me, Sins don’t haunt me, Stepping onward, free at last! Child who wondered, ever farther, Child who faltered, ever downward, Piling added shame on shame. Now soaring upward like the eagle, Living free in my Christ’s Name. ***I wrote this poem a few years ago and found it today when looking through some files. 

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The quiet darkness of the mountain around him settled into his bones. Though still strong and hardy, he felt the vitality of him leak out like air through a tiny pinhole. He could see down into the valley and into the land. Little points of light dotted the landscape as the tribes moved forward. Like a runner whose heart was set on the finishing line, he yearned to charge down the mountainside

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For about two years now, every book that I have read has some MAJOR application to my life.  I'm not talking about anything purposeful.  As a matter of fact, I tend to NOT be drawn to something that is too much like a current issue or struggle in my life.  While I only read good books, as in not sexually or verbally graphic or dishonoring to God, I don't typically look to fiction to be a guiding

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This is probably the most important thing that I have written thus far since I began to write.  This actually happened to me.  I changed names and some identifying details but the story as told is true.  It really, really shook me and it has had the same affect on everyone I have repeated it to.  It transcends and yet mirrors many of our own experiences and somehow seems too familiar to feel

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In Part I, we talked about some of the reasons I’ve come to the conclusion that the Church, the Body of Christ in its physical form, is sick. There is no doubt that like our sick physical bodies, Jesus will make it all right in eternity. But, just like our bodies, there is a lot we can do affect its health in the here and now. We need to nurture it and feed it well to give it a good chance to be

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Just a short note to say thank you to all of you who prayed for me.  I'm feeling so much better!  The shoulder surgery went very well and the doctors says I'm recovering remarkably quick. Now that I am past my surgeries, I think I will have renewed strength and I give God all of the glory.   I'm so excited to see what this next phase of life will be and invigorated with the possibilities!  I feel

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Some of my long time readers may have noticed that I put Comments and Followers back onto my blog.  I've been through a process with myself and with God about this.  It's something I've always struggled with.  I've frankly never felt very comfortable wanting and asking for comments or a "following." I know, I know...you are asking, "then why have a blog?"  I honestly felt pushed into it by God

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I wish I was always like Sadie but occasionally I'm like Katherine.  I don't have her money but her attitude does rear up once in a while.  Please click on the link below: http://www.faithwriters.com/wc-article-level3-previous.php?id=38836

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This is the 2nd posting of this article.  After I posted, it I got nervous that people might be offended and I took it off.  Then, in my time in the Word this morning God showed me this: John 12:43 For they love the praise from men more than they love praise from God.   Ouch!  That hurt.... So, I'm reposting it.  I've just talked to too many sincere, loving, kindhearted, hard working 

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I wrote this story a couple of months ago but I held onto it.  I was concerned that it would seem judgemental of the Pro-Life movement.  It's not.  I'm strongly and unashamedly pro-life.  I believe there are many, many tireless and compassionate pro-life people who make a big difference.  This story is about the the different apporaches that some pro-life groups have and it contrasts the outcomes

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“Some people are long winded when a small breeze would do just fine.” That’s a quote from a movie we watched today; The Simple Life of Noah Dearborn. It’s about a man that doesn’t say much, but his actions speak volumes to those he comes in contact with. It’s a simple movie but profound in its message. It struck a chord in me as I’ve been a bit frustrated with the “Sayers” lately. You know,

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Have you seen my funny bone?  Read my latest short story on finding the funny amidst the muddy. http://www.faithwriters.com/wc-article-level3-previous.php?id=38741 If you would like to respond to this article, please email me at: tracynunes@gmail.com

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Someone posted this verse to my Facebook account in response to my request for prayer for my shoulder surgery on Monday: “Let the beloved of the LORD rest secure in Him, for He shields him all day long, and the one the LORD loves rests between His shoulders.” - Deut. 33:12 I can rest on His shoulders and trust in His mercy to carry me through.  I pray that you will feel the same thing today. 

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This one isn't for the faint of heart but the last two paragraph's are the heart of the story, the heart of the matter. http://www.faithwriters.com/wc-article-level3-previous.php?id=38660

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An experience can make us stronger or it can create shadows in us that are cast well into our future and become permenant if left unaltered.  This article won 3rd place in the Faithwriters writing challenge.  http://www.faithwriters.com/wc-article-level3-previous.php?id=38543 Athours note:  If you would like to respond to or comment about this article please email me at tracynunes@gmail.com. 

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If we are always helping other fix their problems but ignoring our own, who are we really helping?  This one's a bit different.  I wanted to try my hand at telling a story with dialogue only.  It placed 15th in the competition. Anything in the top 15 is considered "ranking."   http://www.faithwriters.com/wc-article-level3-previous.php?id=38407

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I'm not sure how the story line for this developed.  I'm finding that the first line of the story typically pops up in my mind and then I go from there.  I hope you enjoy it http://www.faithwriters.com/article-details.php?id=127655 Authors note:  If you would like to respond to this story please email me at:  tracynunes@gmail.com

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Where is God when your life seems to have been leveled by the forces of man and nature? A story of heartache and provision: http://www.faithwriters.com/wc-article-level3-previous.php?id=38173 ***Authors note: Comments, Visitor Maps and Following have been disabled on my blog so that I can keep my focus on God. If you wish to share with me a response of any kind to this post you can email me at:

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Dear Friends, I'm trying my hand at writing fiction and my friends at Faithwriters have provided a wonderful venue in which to flex this muscle.  They have weekly writing challenges with a new topic every week.  You can write fiction, non-fiction, poetry... Here is my entry this week. The topic was "Year(s)." It placed 6th out of 24 entries in the Advanced Category,  I'm having a blast writing

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Making like a tree. So, I confess – I’m not a Butterfly Whisperer. I’ve no special ability with these creatures and my whispers don’t tame the wind. What I am is a person in the right place at the right time with a desire to be a part of what God is doing. When they come out of their cocoons and before they have yet to fly, they are able to interact with me in a way that will not happen again

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My daughter called me the Butterfly Whisperer because I have become so comfortable with my wondrous little friends. It seems like second nature now to have them hang on a fingertip or sit in my hair Watching the lifecycle happen over and over again – egg to caterpillar; cocoon to butterfly, has afforded me the unique chance to see the nuances of life from a wide view overhead…and be amazed at

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A couple of years ago, I found a small Crown Flower plant growing on a grassy roadside strip near our house. I love this plant so much because it attracts butterflies. Crown flowers are a milk weed and they provide the perfect environment for caterpillars. I dug up the little plant and brought it home; first planting it in a pot because they can grow rather large if planted in the

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A couple of weeks ago heavy rains in our neighborhood caused a landslide on the main highway that leads to our road. The slide was part of the front yard and rock wall of a house on the hill and partly state owned land. While the state and the homeowner duke it out over who is responsible to fix the problem, the two lane highway is closed indefinitely. This means that everyone must take a detour.

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My article “Building My Dream Home” comes out in Proverbs 31 magazine today. If you’ve stopped by my blog after reading it and especially if you are a new friend…Welcome! For those of you that don’t get the magazine, I reposted the original pre-edited version on Thursday. For context you will need to read that post first. I wrote that article back in the Spring of this year and right now that

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This couldn’t be the plan…Wait a minute, back up! Rewind….start over! This could not be the plan! All little girls have that dream. You know, the one with the picket fence, the handsome husband, 2.5 children, a beautiful garden in the back yard and oh… so… much curb appeal from the street! I was going to have a gorgeous butcher-block island in the middle of my large, well appointed country

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This is my 100th blog post and in celebration I want to honor my good friend Glynnis Whitwer. Glynnis is editor of Proverbs 31 magazine and my writing mommy. I say that because even though she is close to my age, she has been more like a mother than a mentor. She was the one who encouraged me to blog and the one who received my pitiful first attempts at writing and took the time and the thought

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Today is my sister Tammy’s 51st birthday. We’ll celebrate her memory because she’s no longer with us. Tammy died of breast cancer 7 years ago. On days like this I tend to ask... "God, What were you thinking?!” Relationships in Tammy’s family disintegrated after she died; both her immediate family (kids, husband) and her birth family (sisters, mom). It took a few years for the hole that her

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...your Bible.  It matters a lot more than what me or any other writer, preacher or speaker has to say.  Instead of spending time reading what bloggers have to say about what God says...go see what God has already said.

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As most of my readers will recall, I left off at “see you later…not sure if/when I’ll be back.” My surgery and recovery, coupled with major upheavals in our lives that continue to this day, positioned me in a time darker than any other I have experienced. This Dark Night of the Soul took me into deep isolation. I was always a strong and resourceful woman. Yet, due to my surgery, the toll of the

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Throughout the Bible, Old Testament and New, God leads His children to do things that seem strange, counter intuitive, against the prevailing wisdom of the day or just downright silly.  Oftentimes, as with Abraham, and Joseph, and Ruth,  He instructs them to leave well established places of blessing or heritage.  Other times, He seems to ask them to shoot themselves in their own foot by doing

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I was in intense pain last night and I came to the conclusion that I had returned to my computer too soon. I vowed that I wouldn’t return to this desk until I was further along in the healing process and not before I have realigned my work space to be more ergonomically correct. However, I feel deep conviction that is both timely and urgent to the hour as we are approaching Thanksgiving. First,

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Well, the title says it all, I guess. In the days since our kids and grandbabies left and my surgery occurred (a week ago tomorrow) my life has been whittled down to long quiet days. My ability to think in a continuous train of thought is gone for the time being and I am amazed at how long I can sit and stare in complete stillness. My recovery will necessitate a balance of walking and resting.

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I got home from the hospital today.  Thank you for praying.  Can't talk very well and I'm pretty sore but it all went well.  Thank you Jesus!

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For most of my life I would have told you, if you asked me, that the most important part of our body is our brain.  We need its powerful operating system to direct our every move, our every thought, our every feeling, both mental and physical.  And it's true. Without a brain or with a badly damaged brain, life as we know it is either lost or greatly impaired.  But, I have learned first hand

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Thump…thump…thump… The beat of my infant grandson's heart resonated against my chest with life, with hope, and ...at least on my side, with heartache. It was our last bit of time together (for now) and he lay on my chest, fast asleep and unaware of the busy activity of sorting, shipping and packing going on around him. His big brother, Cyrus, my best little buddy, had a heavy heart all day;

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Hi Friends! Please excuse my absence from the blog.  I have had some pressing family needs and a broken computer. I am awaiting its return from repairs.  I'm at the library, as we speak, with a time limit for using the public access computer.  Please take the time to read my old posts and share with me your stories of God's work in your life.  I will choose one and post it on the blog!

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I stood at the edge of the river; wide, deep and majestic.  Its shores winding and jutting; flowing the ancient way destined for it.  The banks, sometimes steep and stark, other times long, flat, and rocky.  From my vantage point, I can see places white with rapids and places calm with steady determination to flow. It's relentless power fascinates me.  It never stops.  It is living and it has

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My daughter and I arrived in Montana with a list of things to do to get her ready for school: • get an apartment – check • find a church – check • get winter clothes – check • get household items – check • get a bike – uh, not so much. We went to Walmart to get the household items and even though it was far out of town we decided to get a bike there because it would probably be cheaper

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Who is that women? She is crouching in the corner of the meeting hall. Her clothes are in tatters and her hair is matted. She has her belongings scattered about her like a shield and she clings to them like a castaway on a raft. You try to make eye contact with her, but she won’t hold it for long. Her pupils dart around the room, looking…. looking but never settling on one person or one situation

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I watched my daughter say goodbye, one by one, to her friends. Over a couple weeks time she spent extra time with the people she loves before she readied to leave for school in Montana. As the day got closer, she got sadder, yet she wanted to just get it over with; the long goodbye wearing on her heart. Finally, the day came and she said goodbye to her family and to her closest friends. It was

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1Peter 2: 1-2 So Put away all malice and deceit and hypocrisy and envy and all slander.  Like newborn infants, long for the pure spiritual milk, that by it you may grow up into salvation. This 1 Peter verse is like a sandwich that has different textures and flavors blended together and then sealed with two thick pieces of bread.  You have your pickles, your cheese, your tomato...you fill in the

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My last post was about honesty and based on responses I have decided to do a series. Even as I type that word "honest." I realize that it can be perceived differently in different situations. Being honest might conjure up thoughts of not cheating on that crucial History test (although for me - a math test would have been my temptation) or going back and telling the cashier she forgot to ring

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Can I be honest? I mean that literally. It’s a real question. I really want the answer. Or, more to the point, can we be honest...and nice? Christians, I mean. Is there some sweet spot between… “Everything’s great!" (when it’s not) "Praise the Lord and it will all be okay!" "All you have to do is pray!" "Honey, it all works out in heaven, never mind how you feel now.” and “The

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Change is a big word. It’s ripe with meaning and most of us instantly have a feeling about it; either good or bad. Some kinds of change are excellent, some are dreadful . Some of us love change and do all we can to find new ways to experience it. Others of us liken it to teeth on a chalkboard; we would rather use toothpaste, thank you. Many of us are somewhere in between; we don’t mind change but

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My grandson and I spend a lot of time together. Yesterday we went to the “Dinosaur” park; so named because there is a large dinosaur-shaped gym set that fuels his 3 year old imagination. We pretended that we were “dinosaur bone diggers” and imagined that the sticks and tree limbs we found on the ground were bones that we’d discovered. Then, I became Grandma Pterodactyl and he was Baby Pterodactyl

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The winds were barely there and the air was tranquil and gently cool. The moon rose across the ocean; orange and weighty, hanging for a long time as if reluctant to travel higher than the low horizon. A band of brothers and sisters sat on a hodgepodge of plastic, metal and canvas chairs singing heart –real songs to Jesus.  There was... Martin; our guitar playing, “Hallelujah!” saying, worship

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Joy....I always wanted God to hit me over the head with it like a happy baseball bat. I wanted a home run, right out of the park. Instead, I occasionally felt a  wee thump like a little joy walnut that would fall from the sky and I complained about the headache. I wanted Joy to come over me with a flood that fills me like a dry river bed. Instead, God allowed pain that brought me to my knees in

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In most ways and at most times you are not going to hear the word “men” in relation to the word abortion. What you do hear or read will typically portray men as either conspirators who hold women down by keeping them pregnant, barefoot and powerless or as cluelessly unaware of and unaffected by the pain that abortion brings to both themselves and the woman. Neither is a balanced or fair portrayal

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She pushes and pushes and pushes.  Sweat drips from her forehead and wets her uniform.  She wipes her brow and stops for a moment to rest.  Then she goes at it again. Waves of propelled water from her squeegee stick are hurled up off the pool deck.  Over and over she tries to push it up onto the plants that cover a small landscaped hill next to the pool deck.  The rains from the night before

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A look of longing hides behind her eyes and there is a melancholy turn to her lips. She sits crossed-legged in the aisle facing the shelves of books. She pulls out one paperback after another; meticulously reading the back covers, looking for the right book. She begins a stack. After a little while she shifts to her knees and continues her hunt. She is focused and seemingly unaware of her

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We will not be afraid.  We will stand firm and see the deliverence of the Lord.  The enemy we see today we, will never see again.  The Lord will fight for us; we need only to be still. We will take up our position. Standing firm, we will not be dismayed or discouraged.  We will face whatever comes our way because we know that our Redeemer lives and in the end He will stand on the earth and even

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In my last blog, Part I of this series, I left off where God had used a lot of rest and a tiny sparrow to renew my heart and spirit. After that time on the balcony of the hotel, I packed up my things, loaded my car and again set out for the forest. Choosing the same area that I had been at the day before, only this time sitting in the midst of three nearly identical trees that were set in a

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I sat in the Ironwood forest surrounded by trees, pine needles, and the gentle stillness of the Hawaiian morning. Just a few yards away the sun illuminated crashing waves on the shore. I was there for a purpose. Bone crushing fatigue of the mental, physical and spiritual variety brought me to the place where I did something I have never done before…I went away to a hotel for two days and one

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I am created by God, in His likeness. He put me in my mother’s womb and formed me in a most wonderful way. This was done by His Word at His command. He said it, personally, and it was done. He has redeemed me and summoned me by name; I am His. I am called by His Name (Christian) and fashioned for His glory because I am His workmanship and made in Christ Jesus to do the works that He prepared

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Zechariah 7:4-6Then the word of the LORD Almighty came to me: "Ask all the people of the land and the priests, 'When you fasted and mourned in the fifth and seventh months for the past seventy years, was it really for me that you fasted? And when you were eating and drinking, were you not just feasting for yourselves? At the end of the She Speaks writing conference I felt as if I had just gorged

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I recently had the priviledge to interact with several "high profile" people with a tremendous amount of humility.  At the She Speaks conference I interacted with editors, publishers, speakers, and published authors. To the last person I was blessed by people who were deeply humble. They didn't act as if time spent with me or anyone else was wasted time.  They saw the position they hold for

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After the red eye flight, a trip to the bathroom and a stop at the coffee shop, I made my way to the gate for the next leg of my journey to the She Speaks conference.  I walked slowly through the crowd, checked the gate information and then looked for a seat.  Dotted here and there amongst the many passengers crowded near the gate were empty seats, waiting for my tired behind to occupy their

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I stood there bleary-eyed with my purse on my shoulder; my rolling suitcase in one hand and a cup of coffee in the other. The airport bookstore had that smell and I breathed it in.  The comforting, intriguing mystery that is the aroma of paper and ink.   Having just finished a stirring book that inspired me to be willing to work my fingers to bloody nubs if it brought me closer to the heart of

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A three week whirlwind tour filled with travel, excitement, sadness and even a little rest….how do you sum that up? My writing notebook is filled with so many stories, tidbits, observations and even instructions from my Creator. How do you paint that picture in one blog post? You don’t. You can’t. You shouldn’t…but I will try. I will dig deeper later on those topics that merit, but for now,

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I knew what it was like to feel shame. I had deep secrets that I felt, if they were ever known, no one would love me or accept me. Unspeakable things that I hoped I could keep from God Himself, if that were possible. I felt too damaged to ever do anything for God or anyone else, and so ruined that I couldn’t be loved or made complete. We all have labels on our lives. We either put them on

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"Mom...Mom, I'm really sick." These are some of the most dreaded words a mother can hear.  My heart stopped and then pounded furiously  My daughter was 18, living in an old RV and working at a Christian orphanage deep, deep in Baja, Mexico.  Two of her friends had contracted the same illness and were hospitalized.  One was showing signs of kidney failure.  The medical care was third world at

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Richard and Tracy's wedding day, July 12, 1985 On Monday, July 12, my husband and I celebrated 25 years of marriage.  25 sometimes rocky, always challenging and ultimately blessed years. We survived.... ...different cultural perspectives....at times, different faith perspectives...his parents....my past....my anger and desire to "have things right"...his bad habits and sometimes selfish ways

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On July 5th I celebrated my 47th birthday.  As of this writing I am a wife, mother, and grandma.  I am a daughter, a sister, an aunt, a daughter in-law and, oh my, a mother-in-law.  I have lived many lives in these 47 years and I find myself in that span between 40 and 50 when you bridge "younger" and "older." You aren't old yet but...... ya ain't young either. You know, I want to be healthy,

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I wrote a piece about Disappointing People a couple of weeks ago.  Based on responses, it seemed to have hit a nerve.  It would appear that there are a lot of people who struggle with their feelings about those in their life who let them down, especially Christians. As I sometimes do, I looked back at what I wrote for perspective.  Sometimes, when I read something I wrote previously I absorb it

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It was big. It was wide. It was tall. It was BIG. Yes, the BIG part needs to be restated. The Mountain was so much more than, well… anything, that it’s hard to know where to start. So, I will start at the bottom. There lived a boy at the bottom. The boy lived in a village of oddities and commodities. No real pattern of people or purpose. It was as if the sum of its parts was no more than a

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A while back Phillip Yancey wrote a book called Disappointment with God. He talked about how we can sometimes feel that God has let us down because things just don’t seem to go the way they should. But, I struggle much more with disappointment with people. …..friends who use you like a worn out rag rug, tossed aside when you have outlived your usefulness to them with never a look back to say, “

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