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Fall Into God’s Grace by Lisa Cook and Kim Prather

By | 2018-11-04T22:22:14+00:00 October 31st, 2018|God Stories, Uncategorized|

God Stories - those times in our lives when God shows Himself real. Times we look back on when our faith is being shaken. Memories we count on to reaffirm our faith and see us through difficulties and tragic situations. Today, I’d like to tell you about my friend, Kim Prather, and her God Story. [...]

Through the Eyes of Meth

By | 2018-10-29T02:43:41+00:00 October 26th, 2018|Poetry and Praise|

When you do meth, it affects all of us who love you! Your family and friends all see what it does to your body too! We have seen the beautiful transform into an ugly version of self; As confidence turned into selfishness, and lies brought forth self-doubt. Though once reliable and trustworthy, you became the [...]

Third Grade – My First God Story ~ Lisa Cook

By | 2018-09-20T02:51:05+00:00 September 20th, 2018|God Stories|

Lemme tell you about third grade - it was rough, y’all.  To begin with, my teacher (let’s call her “Mrs. F.") was terrifying.  She was a very “large" woman. Think Miss Wormwood of the Calvin and Hobbes comic strip.  Fortunately (for me- not her) she had recurring shingles that year so was gone an awful [...]

You Have A Very Important Choice To Make: Seen Or Unseen?

By | 2018-09-14T02:19:28+00:00 September 9th, 2018|Terrence Hebel|

I had been feeling a little bit (okay, a lot a bit divided) for some time. It's that anxious feeling...I've heard anxiety described as a feeling of being divided. Divided between right here and right now, and what you fear might be next. Divided between enjoyment and dread. Peace and restlessness. Breath and not being [...]

“Forget Your Perfect Offering”

By | 2018-09-06T01:55:53+00:00 September 6th, 2018|Terrence Hebel|

I lay there with both of his little arms around my neck, cheek on mine, knee in my belly and sleeping breath all over my face. Suddenly I felt something in my hand and I remembered I held this: a crinkled up piece of tracing paper with a few blue scribbles...my son’s gift to me [...]

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