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Character Confession: What I Wish the World Knew About Depression
I was stunned to open my Facebook feed and find it full of tributes to Robin Williams. I knew he wasn’t even 65, so I wondered if it was his heart. I was devastated to read and now know it was a suicide. His family shared that he had been struggling with deep depression. His…
The Traditions Parable
This reminds me of my FaithWriter days when we had weekly challenges with a theme. It really stretched me as there were genres and themes I would otherwise never would have tried. This vision came to me this week, and I thought it was a thought-provoking parable. Something different to post. I pray that you…
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Being Thankful in Grief by Sara Nelson
Being Thankful in Grief My daughter and I were the best of friends. People who didn’t know us often thought we were sisters, because of our cheerful camaraderie. She was an only child, and perhaps, growing up as an army family with my husband often away for extended periods, our bond as a mother and…
Sabbath Sunday: When You Lose Your Way
Last month I shared that I had to take a detour and although inconvenient, without it I never would have found a beautiful lake at sunset. The detour is now done and a new bridge constructed. Guess what? Because I haven’t driven this route in months, I forgot my way. I had to really focus…
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His Best by Teresa Pollard
His Best I was fifteen. Much too old to believe in Santa Claus. Besides, I didn’t need him. I had my own godmother; no, not a fairy godmother, but close enough. My godmother, Lillian Holmes, known to me and fifty-some foster children as Mama Lil, loved me like I was her own daughter. I…
