by Jean Wilund Waimea Bay on the north shore of Oahu, Hawaii hosts the spine-crunching big wave surf competition known as The Eddie. Before this invitational can be scheduled, the waves must be at least
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Enjoying the Love of Togetherness
How wonderful and pleasant it is when brothers (or sisters or husbands and wives) live together in harmony! Psalm 133:1 NLT I rediscovered the love of togetherness while hiking in the mountains. My daughter and
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Half of the eleven men in our small group have family members in jail. It was the first night we talked about it. The initial surprise of ordinary looking people having drug offence related contentions
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God Footing Dancing feet write with bones each pound in the ground is a letter of intent. The jump pumps the heart drumming the earth’s ear to attention. Wings sing above arms in flight the
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HOW TO INSPIRE A FIRE IN A COLD WORLD
It’s a cold world out there. In my neck of the woods, a blanket of frigid temperatures paid another visit. So, I’m chilled to the bone. And not being a winter girl, warm and balmy
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I love my thermostat. That sounds weird, doesn’t it? Who would love a thermostat? Well, I do. If I had my druthers, I “druther” have my house toasty warm all year long, even in freezing
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January winds can bring a chill to south Florida. Okay, not as cold as the northern states of our fair country. Still, even for Florida, the temperatures this week have been a bit cool. Cool—or
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Corey and I were planning a mid-winter tropical vacation for our milestone birthdays. (We turned 40 two months apart.) We’re from the Midwest, and I really love living in a part of the world with
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Outside the wind is howling. Ice clings to the trees and shrubs — blades of leftover grass crunch beneath my feet. My eyes tear from the sting of the cold making me want to hurry home.
Once inside, I’m warmed by the crackle of the fire. The belly of the woodstove glows with red and orange embers while flames consume the wood and warms our home. I throw a couple more logs in, grab a cup of coffee and curl up on the couch for a few minutes of rest.
As I sit and think, I’m reminded of the winter of the soul — seasons of hardship, loss, sorrow … brokenness. Some days it feels as though the season will never end with its darkened days and veiled light.
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