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Letters from Home: After two years
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A Letter for You. Friday, May 2, 2014. After two years, you have not forgotten their names. You remember where they sit in church, the classes the teach, the house where they live. You remember bluebonnets and firewheels, Texas roads, and where to find peppers at the grocery store. May 3, 2014 at 11:51 AM. Ah, but remembering is a pleasure, and it usually depends on forgetting. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). I am finally learning to ask the right questions. View my complete profile. 30 days to 30.
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Letters from Home: May 2013
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A Letter for You. Friday, May 31, 2013. Italy: Sunsets in Venice. As I was growing up, my family only travelled for two reasons: to see family or to meet Jesus. We made yearly trips to relatives in Indiana and Mississippi, as well as numerous pilgrimages to religious conferences and mission trips, usually as part of my parents' ministerial work with college students. I loved (and still do love) such journeys, not least because they have a clear purpose, and I like Purposes. Maps are curious documents: in...
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Letters from Home: December 2013
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A Letter for You. Monday, December 23, 2013. A night was near, a day was near; Between a day and night I heard sweet voices calling clear, Calling me: I heard a whirr of wing on wing, But could not see the sight; I long to see my birds that sing,— I long to see. Below the stars, beyond the moon, Between the night and day, I heard a rising falling tune Calling me: I long to see the pipes and strings Whereon such minstrels play; I long to see each face that sings,— I long to see. Below the stars, beyond th...
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Letters from Home: A Hope Carol
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A Letter for You. Monday, December 23, 2013. A night was near, a day was near; Between a day and night I heard sweet voices calling clear, Calling me: I heard a whirr of wing on wing, But could not see the sight; I long to see my birds that sing,— I long to see. Below the stars, beyond the moon, Between the night and day, I heard a rising falling tune Calling me: I long to see the pipes and strings Whereon such minstrels play; I long to see each face that sings,— I long to see. Below the stars, beyond th...
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Letters from Home: A Letter for You
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A Letter for You. A Letter for You. P Loading. /p. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). I am finally learning to ask the right questions. View my complete profile. Love and War and The Sea In Between by Josh Garrels. A letter to my future husband (for real this time). A letter to my future husband (for real this time). True Love Doesn't Wait. Why Virginity Matters (or, Hey! A letter to my future husband. Where Nothing is Wasted, or Why My Mother is Awesome. Living more with less. 30 days to 30. Who We Are Today.
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Letters from Home: June 2013
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A Letter for You. Friday, June 28, 2013. My hypothetical husband, the spy. This week, I'm visiting my hometown in Indiana. My mother and I just had the following conversation, and it was too good to keep to myself:. Mama: You've had enough big life events in the last year. Let's not get married this year. But I'm not even. Mama: Oh, I know, I know. But these things happen. Me: Even if I were to fall in love and decide to marry someone, I wouldn't want to be engaged this year. Me: Okay, Mama. I promise.
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Letters from Home: August 2014
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A Letter for You. Sunday, August 17, 2014. A letter to my future husband (for real this time). Two years ago, I published my first-ever "Letter to My Future Husband" (read it here. Even though I wasn't sure he existed. Today I offer the second letter. Of our intwining days. Even so, in. The moment itself, I was stunned. I think you were, too. When I bought my house, I set aside one room as a place for God to work. I called it "Spare Oom" after. The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe. True Love Doesn't Wait.
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Letters from Home: Learning to abound
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A Letter for You. Wednesday, November 27, 2013. I have learned in whatever situation I am to be content. I know how to be brought low, and I know how to abound. In any and every circumstance, I have learned the secret of facing plenty and hunger, abundance and need. I can do all things through him who strengthens me.". Indeed, I would have described our life as rich, full, sustaining, and comfortable. What is the secret to abounding? Show me, O Lord, and show me, O Church, a better way. Only Christ can k...
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Letters from Home: May 2014
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A Letter for You. Friday, May 2, 2014. After two years, you have not forgotten their names. You remember where they sit in church, the classes the teach, the house where they live. You remember bluebonnets and firewheels, Texas roads, and where to find peppers at the grocery store. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). I am finally learning to ask the right questions. View my complete profile. Love and War and The Sea In Between by Josh Garrels. A letter to my future husband (for real this time). 30 days to 30.
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Letters from Home: If you are weary
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A Letter for You. Tuesday, December 10, 2013. If you are weary. We asked my friends, her parents, and they nodded: twenty minutes until supper, and the sun slipping down toward a hundred bays and bayous. Out the door, across the road, under a quarter moon. "There's Venus," she said, pointing above the pines. My little hound leaped toward the bright planet, straining at the leash. It is good to sit on the grass and look upon the moon," she said. "It's good," I said. If you are weary, go run with a six-yea...
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