Posts filed under: Family

For this week’s Worship Wednesday, Muriel shares how we are shaped by our scars. Shaped by our Scars by Muriel Gregory   “This. Is. Hard.” The whispered words felt heavy on my mommy’s heart. My baby girl was two thousand...
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This week I’m excited to share Karen Whiting’s wise words about understanding the call to serve as we bridge the gap between this month’s focus on parenting and next month’s focus on flourishing in work. How to Flourish when Mommy...
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This Guest Post by Jennifer Raburn, one of our newest Worship Team members, gives us some great tips for flourishing when you don’t like where you’re planted. Flourishing When You Don’t Like Where You’re Planted by Jennifer Raburn The soil...
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I am frustrated. I am tired. I am worn out. I am doing this thing called motherhood and I feel like I am failing at it. And failing at it miserably. Do all mothers feel this way from time to...
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“Use Your Words!” If I had a $1 for every time I have used these 3 words over the last 5 weeks, I would be on a cruise right about now! You see, we have a little visitor for the...
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PTSD The acronym for posttraumatic stress disorder has become too common in usage among military personnel and their families. Perhaps if I type the letters in lower case they will not carry the same weight, hold the same judgment, or...
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Like usual, it happened during worship. The Lord used the proverbial 2’x4’ board whack upside my head, the weapon of choice when I’m being really stubborn. I had a thought so clear that I knew it was from God. “You...
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Monday Minute with God: What I’m Learning by Leanne Hunley I just left the bookstore crying. Until this moment, today has been one of those memorable days that fill the pages of my scrapbooks. I took my kids to the aquarium....
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We have a dog. We have a dog and his name is Chief. He is an adorable 75+ pound chocolate lab who is convinced he is a lapdog. We affectionately call him, “the brown puppy” although he is 5 years...
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I watched anxiously as my husband backed out of the driveway, leaving on an eight-hour drive to Tennessee. He was headed to look at a few houses in preparation for our upcoming move. This was not the first time he...
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