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The Two-Faced Lie

Even when my voice shakes… I began The Telling. I knew it would lead here – The Two-Faced Lies. ______________________________ When testimony takes us centre stage, a two-face lie follows close behind. One side says, “My testimony isn’t what God-stories are made of, I haven’t lived ‘enough’ to be interesting.” Arms raised fall slowly to […]

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The Telling Begins

Why am I telling this story?  Because I have to.  Even when my voice shakes. If we met on the street, I don’t think you would find me capable of this story. The mirror shows an overweight, very ordinary, dark haired 41 year old mom and wife. We don’t see the little girl with whispy […]

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One Word 365 – Transformation

For at least the past three years I’ve spent December hearing about “One Word 365”.   My friends have talked about the “word” they believed would be the banner for vision for the following year.  My sister brought it up last Christmas.  I got nothing. As per usual, I left most of those conversations feeling confused and […]

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Finding Sabbath Rest: Transforming The Desert In My Heart

“Just wait,” he said, as they drove through the rolling green of farms, vineyards, and orchards.   “In any minute it will turn back to dirt and desert. Just wait.” She leaned back into the passenger seat and watched as they rolled past mile after mile the verdant land. “When was the desert supposed to show up?” […]

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Finding Sabbath Rest: Dodging Soul Grenades or Throwing Them Back

Message waiting is what the red number in the corner of the icon means. The “bing” means the same thing. Black and white words. Not sticks and stones. Just a few syllables. Just words. But there weren’t just any words. These were the kind of words that have soul-grenades attached to them. The homeschool mom in […]

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