Saturday Confession: But I Want the Bedbugs to Bite
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Saturday Confession: But I Want the Bedbugs to Bite

Okay, so don’t take the title literally. I’m thinking of the nighttime ritual I have spoken with the kids as a contest for over ten years. It started with our son, almost 17, and then our daughter, nearly 12. “Sweet dreams, don’t let the bedbugs bite, goodbye!” That’s our thing. We would pray after tucking…

Sabbath Sunday: Cross that Bridge
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Sabbath Sunday: Cross that Bridge

Each Sunday I share my own amateur nature picture with a word about God’s love. This is a great picture I remember from a couple years ago where calendar wise Spring was around the corner. Snow remained the dirty blanket we know is past time to get rid of. Time for change. Time for new…

Sabbath Sunday: Cross that Bridge
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Sabbath Sunday: Cross that Bridge

Each Sunday I share my own amateur nature picture with a word about God’s love. This is a great picture I remember from a couple years ago where calendar wise Spring was around the corner. Snow remained the dirty blanket we know is past time to get rid of. Time for change. Time for new…

Unstoppable: What Refusing to Let Go Looks Like
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Unstoppable: What Refusing to Let Go Looks Like

I’ve blogged about this before but on the other server that I had to erase previous posts. I think it’s worth revisiting. Last year I struggled with letting go. No matter the promises made to me I was just certain my life was nothing more than Charlie Brown and his football around Lucy. After I…