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Sunday, April 8, 2012. I walk into the room. The quiet, indistinct buzz of conversation unsuccessfully attempts to disguise the tension,. The sweaty hands hold tightly to pencils as everyone tries to chat casually with each other,. Almost believable but for the strain underlying their cheery tones. Smile, say hello to my friends. I hold my pencil in my hands, my over-sized denim purse in my lap. Ask if the people sitting by me are nervous. My hands are still sweaty.

I wrote this back in October of 2006. I think it bears repeating. On Sunday, I heard a pastor say that because Christ has died for us and saved us from Hell, we owe Him a huge debt and all He asks or requires of us now is that we live holy lives. Now that my debt has been paid, what do I owe God? Finally, he.

Wednesday, January 20, 2010. My sweet Madison loves to bake! And we love to taste the things she bakes. She started with a homemade pie crust and filled it up with the decadent chocolate filling! .

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Praising God in the Hallway. When I visit the farm and see windows boarded up and the lawn littered with demolition debris or see strange men with dirty boots tramping through my house, it crushes my spirit a little bit every time.

Musings from a small spring that finds its guidance and strength from The Main Spring. Friday, October 05, 2012. To know that Love of Jesus- the love that casts out fear, that forgives our multiple and ever growing list of sins, the love that drove Jesus to sacrifice His life for me. This same love should motivate me to love in return. To cry out, Jesus! Yes, I am overwhelmed today. School is keeping us r.