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It has been about a year since I really wrote anything. I quit calling myself a writer about a month […]
It has been about a year since I really wrote anything. I quit calling myself a writer about a month […]
My first memory is riding in the backseat of our Pathfinder while my dad drove. He was wearing his purple
Sunday night at small group, the leader asked us to share a memory of our mothers. The question had pestered
Find part 1 here. * As the bird continued to flit around the silent garage door motor, my mom and I
Redemption The act of making up for An exchange for something of value The act of saving from sin *
I have a particular identity at home as my parents’ daughter. I am the peacemaker, the one who needs protecting.
Today, I drove along curving, green back roads and took the long way home. I just breathe better when I
This past week I met several new people at a church event, and the topic of books frequently came up.
I guess you could say that I have had two months of ‘bad days of writing.’ It’s not necessarily a
My first day working on this project, I prayed for God to use the story and I had the idea