Enjoy this devotional from FlourishWriters student Rosemary Jones I sifted through the mess sprawled across my floor—Barbies, books, and baby dolls. Quickly, I shoved all my treasured belongings into the small closet by my little white desk. As a six-year-old little girl, I became proficient at rapidly hiding and stuffing my mess into the corners of my closet. I had no…
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Enjoy this devotional from FlourishWriters student Sabrina Parsons “I’m lost.”  I spoke through my sobs. “Where are you?”  “I don’t know! But I’m late, and I’ll never get there at this rate, and everything will be ruined!”  Panic had settled in. I have a problem. I am…let’s call it, “directionally challenged.” Maybe you can relate? Whenever I travel to a new…
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Enjoy this devotional from FlourishWriters student Mandy Farmer  Tears streamed down my face as strangers forced my precious piano out the door and onto a removal truck. The piano was a dear friend giving me release from all the stresses of life. Dragged from parsonage to parsonage, it had been a true instrument of joy. But now, as the truck faded…
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Enjoy this devotional from FlourishWriters student Teresa McNelly When I was about four years old, my mom and I were “nursery sitting” for my aunt and uncle at their plant nursery in Florida. Needing some snacks, gas, or whatever, we took a quick trip to a nearby gas station.  When I walked into the 7-Eleven that day, I sauntered over to…
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Enjoy this devotional from FlourishWriters student Carol Clark I would never have thought my first day of kindergarten would have such a long-lasting, far-reaching effect on my life. Four decades have passed since that day, but I still find those memories playing over again in my mind every now and then. I woke up overflowing with excitement. I put on my…
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Enjoy this devotional from FlourishWriters student Sky Sanchez-Fischer There I was, a strange-shaped bird collecting strands of sundries from the hollow of my van, dipping in and out with one, two, three bags lining and nesting into the v of my arms; I pile it all on.  Angry pink spreads underneath the plastic of burrowing bags while I quickly contemplate and…
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