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Enjoy this guest post by Blythe Daniel and Dr. Helen McIntosh Mother’s Day’s gifts and cards can be hard to deliver – it’s so difficult to wrap up your expression of love in a card or package. So, how do we express ourselves again this year? God offers redemption to us, and we get to offer it to one another at…
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Enjoy this devotional written by a FlourishWriter’s Student… He won’t settle. I sway from side to side. His cries get louder and more desperate. The usual words and whispers are failing us both. I cry along with him. I’m napping, while my mother runs errands. I lie in bed, soothing my little restless one with tender pats and songs. It should be…
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Enjoy this devotional written by a FlourishWriter’s Student… Approximately 2 years ago, I ended up in hospital. At that moment in time, I remembered being quite desperate, scared and feeling helpless. What was happening? What was going on? As my body was getting weaker so was my brain. I felt tugged by the strong waves of life and pulled away from the…
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Enjoy this devotional written by a FlourishWriter’s Student… As a young girl of 12, I tried to commit suicide. I had been incarcerated for being incorrigible, or out of control and was about to get locked up until I turned 18. I somehow escaped that terrible fate. Perhaps my praying grandma had something to do with it. Years later, on my grandmother’s…
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Enjoy this devotional written by a FlourishWriter’s Student… I was jolted awake by the sound of the telephone. It made me mad and my mind screamed “who could be calling so early? Make it stop.” All I wanted to do was nestle back in bed next to my husband, Eddie, instead of waking up already. As soon as my eyes opened completely,…
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“What you’re asking is too difficult!” I argued with God, doubting His wisdom. I desired healing from traumatic events in my past, but surely, He was asking too much. “I want you to write your story, Jenny.” That still small voice would not leave me alone. At last I relented, pouring out my heart, my pain, my memories racked with…
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