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When the nurses asked me if I wanted to know the sex of our baby, I said no. As I look back on that choice, I’m a bit surprised at my answer. I’m all about knowing. Planning. Trying to answer all the questions that might arise. The joy of a baby overrode my curiosity. Either answer was a good one. The sex of our baby brought no anxiety or fear. When Jochebed discovered the sex…
I’m a sister. Protective (and maybe a little bossy) describes me. I feel a kinship with Martha and Mary. Their brother Lazarus was sick, and he needed his dear friend, Jesus. The sisters sent word for Him to come. They waited. And waited. And waited. By the time Jesus arrived in Bethany to help, they had sat at the sick bed and then the death bed of their brother for several days. Talk about life…
I had a thousand questions, but most could be summed up in two words, “Why? How?” My life had settled into a comfortable flow, like a lazy river, gently swirling around in an expected path. Then my lazy river started churning like the Mississippi River after spring thaw. During tumultuous times, we feel discombobulated. As Christians, we know God is always watching, providing, and helping us course-correct. But sometimes, we wonder why the Holy Spirit…
Sister B, who is in her 90’s, hasn’t been to the doctor since 1978. The first time I heard this, I was speechless. How in the whirl? She is a godly, sweetheart of a lady — at church whenever the doors open. Once at a women’s ministry get-together, someone commented that Sister B wasn’t at the gathering. We knew she hadn’t heard about it (I mean, we never even thought that she might be sick.),…
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