Sometimes God’s voice is misunderstood. And from your stories, I know you know the other half of this truth. Sometimes God’s voice is unmistakable. Confession: I am crying now because this is the part that feels too big for my small fingers to type. The Lord Jesus has given us His Spirit. The Holy Spirit […]
“To this man will I look, even to him that is poor and of a contrite spirit, and trembleth at my word.” Isaiah 66:2 I remember being a little girl, wondering when I would hear God speak. Would he speak out loud? What if I missed him? What if he asked me to do something
Confession: I’m stalling. I know what I have to write about and it feels big to me, so I’m checking my husband’s facebook account, researching a few song lyrics, twiddling with a draft, and writing on other topics. This is silly. So I have a question for you. How do you know when God speaks
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1. Take a long slow bike ride. 2. Save seeds. 3. Dry herbs. 4. Fend off a head cold with a little saltwater. At the first sign of a sore throat, dump a teaspoon of salt in a cup. Add hot water and stir to dissolve. Gargle and discard several sips, being careful not to
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(or) Exhausted PA Mother Wins Lengthy Battle with Son, Lives to Tell About It (or) Chapter VIII: In Which Little Johnny Breaks a Bad Habit ***** Once upon a time, perhaps nine months ago, a small boy whom we shall call Johnny suddenly contracted the habit of nail biting. Bad. Perhaps he first copied the
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This post is not a confession. I ought to have one blog on which to confess and one on which to brag. But you wouldn’t read the brag blog, would you? Oh that’s right, you would–you already read fifty others. Sigh. You’ll just have to put up with the occasional non-confession from the Confessions girl.
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Confession: I often wish I lived in a village by the sea, if for no other reason than that I could get fish and things so delightfully fresh and cheap. I love seafood. And though it’s extraordinarily nutritious, it’s hard finding economical ways to work it into our family’s menu. I like imitation crab for
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Confession: I have never understood our solicitous obsession with enquiring about each other’s state of being. It’s always the first thing we ask: “How are you?” The tone changes; the words never do. I say it as often as anybody, but I think it a peculiar piece of civility. We ask it in letters; we
(Maybe.) ***** I do not know if you will be a boy or a girl. I do not know if your skin will be black or white, or something in between. I do not know if you will be an infant or already grown into a toddler. I do not know if you will come
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This post is an inside window into what it’s like sending my sensory-driven son Regan to first grade. He is blessed: with an amazing school, a small classroom, and a wonderful teacher who loves him–Miss Yvonne Yoder. Though I wrote the post as if to her, she knows every bit of it already. And more.
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