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Category Archives: On Waiting

Mud and Ladders

December 1st.  The first day of advent.  Something I’ve never particularly paid attention to, but was always part of the Christmas season growing up.  I remember the special wreath tucked aside in an unassuming position in the front of the church.  Not front and center, but centered in front of the section of rows off to...

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Black and White Rainbow Promises

Two weeks ago, Josh and I were having dinner with a sneaker wave of sadness hit me.  At a table surrounded by strangers trying hard to blink back the tears, I asked Josh to put his pastor hat on. What do I do with these visions and promises that don’t seem like they will ever...

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Bones of Character – Part 3 of 3

(9:30am) Thursday, 12/22/11 Christmas is nearly here.  Another full year has nearly gone by.  And, as always, You’ve done so much.  I’m thinking againt about the bones of character this morning and I can’t help but wonder – is my faith dry?  Is my hope dry? A merry heart does good like medicine, but a...

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Bones of Character – Part 2 of 3

(8:30am) Monday, 12/21/11 “Every heave burden you are called to lift hides within itself a miraculous secret of strength.” – J.R. Miller Continuing down the path of bones of character, I find myself in Ezekiel 37 and  a valley full of bones.  Very dry bones scattered around.  Bones of character tossed about.  Hope given up....

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Bones of Character – Part 1 of 3

(9:10am) Monday, 12/19/11 My soul is tired.  Tired of being strong.  Tired of continually believing.  Just … tired.  Selena and I were joking last night that my spiritual muscles are on the thirty-day shred.  It’s beginning to look like the thirty year shred.  I don’t want to sit here and complain … but to simply pray....

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