I prayed and prayed for God to do something miraculous that summer, for Him to change the lives of the people we met, to bring a revival to the small beach town where we served. Instead, our rag-tag little group barely survived til August.
It’s not always easy to face who we’ve become, especially if it’s so different than what we had planned.
Advent both heightened and diminished the expectations of Christmas: I began waiting for something other than gifts and stockings.
For a new book manuscript I’m working on, I’m trying to capture the world I grew up in, the world where my parents worked with their hands to pay the mortgage, we grew and hunted food because we had to, and dinner out usually meant a potluck meal at a relative’s …
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