Friends, I want to tell you a story. A couple of months ago, as I was walking out of the middle school auditorium, lost in conversation with a friend, I felt something grab hold of my wrist. I looked down and noticed my bracelet was gone. This bracelet wasn’t fancy. It wasn’t worth much. But it was a Christmas gift…
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It isn’t always easy to be vulnerable and to share the hard parts of life. It isn’t always easy to share those things we wish we hadn’t done, or the things that have been done to us that we wish weren’t a part of our story. It isn’t always easy to admit our wrongs and our shortcomings and our missteps. …
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We gathered around my friend’s table for food and fellowship. Each of us had prepared something to share. The food was passed. And the conversation began. I didn’t know any of the women other than my dear friend who invited me to participate in breaking bread and time in God’s Word. As we began to speak and share, I realized quickly that…
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Sometimes, church hurts. We don’t mean for it to hurt. We don’t want for it to hurt. But it does. When we gather on Sundays, we are imperfect people worshipping our perfect God. When we post on social media, we are imperfect people sometimes misrepresenting our perfect God. When we unintentionally shame others with the things we say and do,…
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She was already out the door when I noticed the bag still sitting on the kitchen island. I ran out to the garage to catch her before she left. I stretched my arm out and she reached for the bag. Maybe I let go too fast. Maybe her fingers didn’t have a tight enough grip around the handles. I’m not…
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