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Enjoy this devotional written by a FlourishWriter’s Student… The deep sigh, the silent tension, the soft whisper. This comes from being caught in the middle, once again, of my heart and mind where my emotions run wild. The middle of two lifespans are expected but take you to the unexpected. I call it the circle of life or the process of motherhood…
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Enjoy this devotional written by a FlourishWriter’s Student… As I climbed the sturdy metal steps on the outside of that faded red brick building, I paused at my apartment door to view the two-and-a-half blocks of historic downtown from a different perspective. For the next year, I planned to call this tiny corner of the world home. It was a satisfying moment….
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Enjoy this devotional written by a FlourishWriter’s Student… I heard two shots over my head and old widow Prangly yelling, “Gail, get off my land. I am going to tell your grandmother.” She was going to blab to my grandmother, making things worse. I wasn’t supposed to be there. Gunshots. Really? I knew they were blanks. She wasn’t that crazy….
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As I read Nehemiah chapters 2 through 6, my heart aches to see the struggle. He arrives incognito in the city and assesses the situation. He recruits help from the Jewish officials, but no sooner do they gather together and agree to start rebuilding than the opposition and ridicule begins, and it will not relent. Did Nehemiah anticipate the obstacles…
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I’d like to tell you a story about my friend Miah because I think there’s a little bit—or a lot bit—of Miah in all of us. See what you think. Miah is satisfied with her life, for the most part, but disequilibrium is building. It feels like longing mixed with frustration. We join Miah’s ponderings, an intimate glimpse into her…
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Enjoy this devotional written by a FlourishWriter’s Student… The door closed behind me with a resounding click. I was locked out. Reluctantly stepping into the stillness of the dark parking lot, I turned and glanced up at the faint light glowing from the apartment window. No movement. My son had insisted I leave. I strode to my car, opened the door and…
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