Saturday Confession: When the Rose Color Comes Off Our Glasses
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Saturday Confession: When the Rose Color Comes Off Our Glasses

I have a few confessions today. One, I know you’re there. Yep, you aren’t leaving comments for the most part, and that’s okay. Twice a month I check the back end of things here to make sure everything is working and it’s there I see how many of you visit, and for how long. Lately,…

Sabbath Sunday: The Bridge
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Sabbath Sunday: The Bridge

This isn’t the best picture, but that’s why I tell people I’m an amateur nature photographer. I take them with my phone. And this happened to be while in a car that was going over a bridge on Chautauqua Lake in Upstate NY. As you know, each Sunday I share my amateur nature picture along…

Sabbath Sunday: The Bridge

Sabbath Sunday: The Bridge

This isn’t the best picture, but that’s why I tell people I’m an amateur nature photographer. I take them with my phone. And this happened to be while in a car that was going over a bridge on Chautauqua Lake in Upstate NY. As you know, each Sunday I share my amateur nature picture along…

Saturday Confession: Wait, I’d Like to Break Up With You
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Saturday Confession: Wait, I’d Like to Break Up With You

        I’m not good at waiting. I’ve told this story before, but it’s so me, it bears repeating. When my husband and I were engaged, he lived a couple hours away. He was making plans to move to the city I was in, but it was two months away. I held on….

Thankful for God’s Timing by Elizabeth Maddrey
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Thankful for God’s Timing by Elizabeth Maddrey

I’m Thankful for God’s Timing   For the last six years, November has been a month of true thanksgiving in my family. Sure, we always did the Thanksgiving thing – up to and including some activities that made me cringe as a teenager with my mom trying to encourage us to share the things we…

Sabbath Sunday: I Don’t Feel So Alone
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Sabbath Sunday: I Don’t Feel So Alone

Did you know spiritual seasons mirror the natural ones? The next natural season is fall. A time of transition. A breaking off and eventual dying of things to bring about something better. But before that better comes a path filled with darkness and the unknown. What happens next? What if I fail? How am I…