It started with a burning passion, an urge to do, that arose so strong, you felt you’d explode. So, with heart-felt surrender, you knelt at His alter and responded, “Here I am, Lord! Send me!” But then life hit with its obstacles and setbacks and suddenly that clear call began to grow dim, muddled by…
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Kingdom minded. Wife. Mom. Author. Reader. Fan of chocolate. Learn more at http://linktr.ee/JulieArduini.
Book Review: All’s Fair in Love and Cupcakes by Betsy St. Amant
Book Description Kat Varland has had enough of chocolate, vanilla, and strawberry. At twenty-six years old, Kat is still living in the shadows of her family in Bayou Bend, Louisiana. Still working shifts at her Aunt Maggie’s bakery. Still wondering what to do with her passion…
Book Review: Never Ever Give Up by Erik Rees and Jenna Glatzner
Book Description: It started with a simple question: How can we help them? It became an international movement called NEGU: Never Ever Give Up. When Jessica Joy Rees was diagnosed with an inoperable brain tumor at age 11, she chose to focus not on herself but on bringing joy and hope to other children suffering…
COTT: Vote in the Clash!
At Clash of the Titles, the end of another month calls for the beginning of another Clash. We present to you five brand new novels for your perusing pleasure. Which would you pick up first? Let us know by casting your vote below! Big secrets never stay hidden, and it’s the darkest ones that threaten…
Sabbath Sunday: Made to Soar
Each Sunday I share one of my amateur nature pictures along with a few words about God’s love for you. This picture was taken at the Soaring Museum in Elmira, NY. This area is known as the soaring capital of the world and the views are breathtaking. An hour before this picture we were at Harris Hill park…
Saturday Confession: Close Enough
In the midst of packing my husband shared a revelation. The day we move to the house we believe is the last one for us is ten years to the day we moved to Ohio. Wow. Some days it feels like yesterday, and others, 100 years. I know this much—when my husband approached me over…
