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It ALWAYS Starts with Your Heart by Tom Bennardo

It ALWAYS Starts with Your Heart by Tom Bennardo

During a doomed-from-the-start attempt to attain so-called abs of steel, a personal trainer friend observed that the exercises I was using were fine, but my technique was all wrong. He said I needed to “engage my core” when attempting the dreaded crunches, mountain climbers, and dead bugs. It was possible, I was told, to go through the external motions without activating my core while doing so.

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Never Alone: God Is Always with Us by Stacey Szczepanski

Never Alone: God Is Always with Us by Stacey Szczepanski

God meets us in many different places. He calls us to open our hearts, eyes, and ears daily to truly feel His love, see His presence, and hear His voice. This takes time. This takes stillness. This takes quietness. In a culture where we rush from one thing to the next and feel the urgency to respond and act, we do not allow ourselves enough time, stillness, and quietness to feel, see, and hear God.

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The Ministry of the Small Things by Linda Kozar

The Ministry of the Small Things by Linda Kozar

Do you ever feel insignificant, like the things you do for God are small and of little consequence, like drops in a bucket? Tychicus was a servant of God in the early church, a friend and helper to the apostle Paul. An Asian Christian from what is now known as Turkey, he probably met and ministered alongside Paul in Ephesus. 

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The Power of Presence and How Love, Loss, and Faith Shape True Resilience by Jessica Boarman 

The Power of Presence and How Love, Loss, and Faith Shape True Resilience by Jessica Boarman 

Some love is fleeting—conditional, transactional, or dependent on circumstances. But then there’s the kind of love Ruth showed Naomi—the kind that stays. When Naomi had nothing left to offer, Ruth chose her anyway. She didn’t just say she loved Naomi; she lived it. I think about this as I remember sitting beside my mom in her chemo chair. Her once-strong frame now frail, her smooth, bald head under a baseball cap. That day, she asked me to have lunch with her during treatment. But I was too busy—I “needed” to get in my lunchtime workout and eat my salad with light dressing. Still, she asked.

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