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Six-year-old me stood on a new boardwalk in Northern Michigan and looked down. Initials and names etched patterns into the wood, and I wondered why someone would ruin fresh boards, boards still smelling of new wood. I wished for a pen or a rock. I wanted my name...
A rag-tag group of elementary students sat at a table and hand-crafted Valentine’s cards. The cards would be delivered to shut-ins of the church. In the pile of crayon smears and scratchy writing lay my daughter’s card. She has a flair for the dramatic, so the card...
I used to think and rethink ways to live a life of love. I agonized over my self-absorbed life and poured over service opportunities. Then, I sat. I refused occasions to serve others. I’m busy. I don’t know them. I don’t have a heart for that. Not good. Then, I tried...
A woman named Amy Sherman said the following about the Good Samaritan: “It’s not like he stood on the other side of the road and threw canned goods and religious tracts at the guy. He crossed the road. He got up close and personal. He dirtied his own hands.” Isn’t...
It's after 11:30PM when I finally fall into bed. I hadn't intended on staying...
Nine rowdy tweens + six competitive moms + seven, local service challenges =...
I don’t struggle with "no". I find "no" easy, peasy and examples abound: Do...
As I drove home from work, I prayed. Dear God, I cannot handle one more thing...
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