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Writing with My Invisible Pen
She stood back and watched, looked on from a distance, sat silently while others spoke up. Stuck up, aloof, conceited, her classmates said about her. If you frown like that you’re going to get a wrinkle, her grandma told her. I have a wrinkle. Maybe you can relate. I...
One to One
And there it was again, Song of Songs! The binding of my Bible is broken so that it automatically opens to Song of Songs. After a few times of reading over the words I’d underlined over the years, I ignored it and moved on to the Chapters I was studying (one chapter...
Lament Turns to Praise
I spent last weekend participating in the Trauma Healing Training Workshop I mentioned last week. What an experience. Who knew I still had wounds of my own that needed healing? Does it ever end? I guess it shouldn’t surprise me. If I’ve learned anything, it’s that God...