Tagged: Thanksgiving


God is Good Regardless

“Oh Mom. God would be good if there was cancer,” she replied, sitting against the metal slatted headboard of the hospital bed. Her voice held that daughter to mother tone of reproof, and I pulled back from my embrace to find her, rather than exuberant, completely sober and in earnest. It took an entire week […]

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What Is Your Heart Carrying Into the Holiday Season?

I love the Holidays. Always have. Hopefully always will. Yet, as seasons pass, new challenges arise and I find at times a sense of melancholy seeps into this time of year. I recognize how much I’ve looked forward to Thanksgiving and Christmas for distraction, a temporary reprieve, a pocket of “happy” in a world of […]

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Look Beyond Your Own Table

Long before America created an overflowing and beautifully sophisticated Thanksgiving table, thanksgiving was a thing. Before pilgrims gathered around a rough wood hewn table, or a sweet row of little hands clasped in prayer at my own table, thanksgiving was a thing.  The Israelites in the wilderness didn’t do so well with the concept of […]

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What Do You HAVE TO Worry About? 

There is a lovely little addition behind our house so covered in Virginia woods I didn’t even know it existed until the leaves dropped. The first autumn we lived here, I saw a light from a kitchen window barely distinguishable through the balding trees. As more leaves fell, more house and lights showed. In full […]

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Boys playing in a pile of leaves

Whatever State You are In Today

Whatever State You are In Today “Not that I speak in regard to need, for I have learned in whatever state I am, to be content.”  Philippians 4:11 NKJV So what state did you wake up in? Red, blue, maybe a little purple?  Sometimes I wonder why the Apostle Paul had to go and be such […]

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How to Kill a Thankful Heart

I did it again. I took out my measuring tape and measured. It wasn’t the dainty kind I carry in my purse and embarrass my husband with, or the big black one pocketed in his tool belt hanging in the garage. Rather I used a sly invisible one I carry inside of me, the one […]

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