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How to Make the Past Your Best Faith Asset ?>

How to Make the Past Your Best Faith Asset

One summer in the late 1970’s, a swarm of locusts blanketed my neighborhood. My eight-year-old eyes were amazed at their massive numbers. Three and a half decades later, God used that memory to prove His restorative power to me. THE AFTERMATH There wasn’t a single piece of vegetation those bugs didn’t gnaw to shreds. Gardenias, azaleas, honeysuckle vine leaves – they feasted on them all. That year, we had some shabby shrubbery. It was after the locusts left town fat…

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The Truth about Uncertainty and How to Overcome It ?>

The Truth about Uncertainty and How to Overcome It

If I ask you to recall a pivotal moment in your life, I bet you could come up with a few. One second, your thoughts and expectations flowed in one direction, and suddenly your mental trajectory took a 90° swing, or even 180°. What causes that? What has the power to upend us in such a way? The truth is, it’s all around us. We can’t get away from this perspective-shifting, emotion-riling element. You already know what it is – it’s…

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How to Secure Your Faith in Life Storms ?>

How to Secure Your Faith in Life Storms

A strange bug clung to my windshield as I left work earlier this week. It was the kind that looked like it would fit right in with a bunch of straw and leaves. Unfortunately for him, I didn’t notice it was there until I was on the highway. Fortunately for me, I gained some perspective from his brave journey. HANGING ON FOR DEAR LIFE For ease of reading, I’ll refer to my bug friend as Angus (a Celtic name that…

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How Easter Actually Transforms Struggles Into Opportunities ?>

How Easter Actually Transforms Struggles Into Opportunities

I was about seven years old when the father of a friend walked past me at the Kmart in Homewood, Alabama. “Hi Becki,” he said warmly as he walked by. Instead of saying, “Hi Mr. So-and-so, how are you?” I froze with fear. For me to speak words was like giving permission for someone to know me. And I couldn’t allow that. Without saying a word, I ran and hid. Little did I know, I wasn’t hiding at all. SCHLEPPING…

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