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Not Sold: Where Does Your Value Lie?

Jack puts his heart and soul into the task at hand but he still has no control over the outcome. Sometimes life does not go as planned, regardless of the effort and heart we have put into things. What do you value in life? What do you place priority on? Have you ever felt like Jack and wondered if there was something better to place your value in?...

My daughter, Michelle, opened the oven – the cake was a flop!  It was supposed to be a layer cake.  She had planned a luscious filling, and either fluffy frosting or flowers created with fondant.  It would have been almost too beautiful to eat.  But an ingredient was too old, or the oven temperature was wrong, and there it was, flat and...

“Police believe they found remains of 10-year-old girl.” “Game warden killed after traffic stop.” “Armed men burn down girls school.” Are you depressed yet? These headlines appeared recently on cnn.com. If we look again tomorrow, we will find several others just as depressing. Headlines like these keep some people from believing...

Not everyone will have a happy Thanksgiving…especially this year. Many are out of work, have issues relating to health, children and family.  Some are mourning a loved one, others are facing the holiday season as a divorcee for the first time.  What happens to thanksgiving and praise when peace disintegrates into chaos? I’ve been through...

As a child, I never imagined that one day, I would suffer from chronic pain. I was an active kid, a teen who loved physical activity. I thought I would remain healthy forever, but sometimes, life takes a detour. A few months after the birth of my third child, my right side started trembling whenever I made the slightest move. Inexplicable weakness,...

Alone and discouraged, I sat staring at a computer screen. I was frustrated by the way my life had turned out. I’d worked hard to hold onto remnants of hope for my marriage, but each day that summer I could feel it slipping through my fingers.  I felt so alone.  God was still there, I knew, but there was a longing for people who would talk back....

At 19 weeks I gave birth to a little boy.  We named him Jacob.  We said hello and goodbye in the same hour. He is not a miscarriage or an almost-child, he is my son.  This letter was written three years after his birth.  This is a glimpse into my mother’s heart, a letter written to Jacob my son who resides in heaven.  If you (or someone you...