Sabbath Sunday: Chosen
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Sabbath Sunday: Chosen

As soon as I took this picture, it hit me hard. Because I could relate. That leaf looked so out of place. So last season. And alone. Cold and lonely wondering why it has to be this way. Of all the Christmas stories out there growing up, I would cry watching Rudolph. Because before I…

Book Review: A Marriage in Middlebury by Anita Higman
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Book Review: A Marriage in Middlebury by Anita Higman

I thought that choosing my favorite reviewed book for 2013 was going to be easy. Well, I wasn’t too far into Anita Higman’s A Marriage in Middlebury when I realized the contest I have for author bragging rights (if they wanted to brag, that is) isn’t over. It’s going to be close, and I know…

Thankful for No Goodbyes by Lori Dixon
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Thankful for No Goodbyes by Lori Dixon

Never Alone Keep your life free from love of money, and be content with what you have, for he has said, “I will never leave you nor forsake you.” Hebrews 13:5 (ESV) As Christians we have so much to be thankful for but for me personally I am most grateful to serve a God who…

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…

Thankful for Health by Beth Ann Farley
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Thankful for Health by Beth Ann Farley

This year I am most thankful for my health. It was in January 2013 that I was diagnosed with Idiopathic Nephrodic Syndrome and I thought I was going to be ill for the rest of my life. Here I am, ten months later with my recent lab work showing that all my kidney levels are…

Angels with Flashlights by Kathy Dippolito
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Angels with Flashlights by Kathy Dippolito

Angels with Flashlights Submitted by Kathy Dippolito, in loving memory of Shelly   We’d trained for months and flown in from across the country.  Some of us were sisters, some of us were strangers.  Some had run marathons, some had never run a “real” race before.  But there we were, excited and anxious to start…