When We Know How But Can’t
“I know how to, but I can’t do it,” my grandson said. I pondered the words, because I knew exactly that kind of frustration. In fact, it is so much a part of the Christian life, isn’t it?...
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“I know how to, but I can’t do it,” my grandson said. I pondered the words, because I knew exactly that kind of frustration. In fact, it is so much a part of the Christian life, isn’t it?...
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Sometimes I wring my hands in worry. I fret. I boil in anger and let emotions drive me. I’m not sure how you react when bad things happen in the world, when events occur that seem unjust...
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“Brothers!” my youngest grandson shouts. “Hey, Brothers.” And my heart melts just a little. His two older brothers wrestle with each other at the round kitchen table. Laughing, shoving, a...
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I remember the cool feel of the wooden pew in the church of my childhood, that little hop I needed to get my seat onto it, the shimmied push to the back until finally ruffles surrounded m...
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My husband and I hurried through the airport , to make our connection while dodging and squeezing between other fliers and their bags. It was the last leg of our flight back home and we m...
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