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When We’re Not Enough, God’s Grace Is More than Enough by Dawn R. Ward
Normally, I would have waited to pray until after I nestled into my favorite chair with my Bible in my lap and tasted my first sip of coffee. However, this time, the urge to discover the relevance of my dream was too strong to ignore. The dream itself was nothing out of the ordinary. I was standing outside, taking in the beauty of nature. As I looked around, I saw a green pasture with fluffy white sheep nestled in its grasses. Overseeing them were a few shepherds, carefully tending to their flocks. As I looked on, I sensed God had other sheep in mind who needed to feel as safe as these did under their attentive watch.
Your Broken Is Beautiful by Amber Ginter
I used to believe the lie that I had to have everything together before I was capable of helping others. As a teen, this wasn’t a huge issue. Hosting events, volunteering, and serving were synonymous with my last name. I didn’t realize how broken, fragmented, and crazy my life would get over the next decade. By the time I graduated college, I felt utterly worthless. Getting diagnosed with 10+ mental and physical health conditions right out of school will do that to you. I’d always grown up around chaos and anxiety, but now the turmoil was within.
Honoring Love Through Grief by Dawn Sanders
As I listened to her words, I couldn’t help but empathize. A widow myself, I know the feeling of helplessness that accompanies the loss of a loved one. It’s a devastating blow that leaves us searching for answers, desperately pleading with God to make sense of the nonsensical. Observing Kai’s mounting frustration transported me back to the days of my grief and confusion following the unexpected and inexplicable passing of my husband in 2011. Despite the limited time remaining in the event, I felt compelled to offer her my perspective.
Spiritual Children by Leslie Schonfeld
As I walked through the door, the fragrance of my favorite beverage, coffee, greeted me. Beckoning me to the counter, I ordered that brew of the day, black. Although way too hot, I took a tentative sip, tempted by the rich burst of flavor to fill my mouth. I risked the scalding from that first taste. Grasping my cup, I searched the room for the familiar face I would meet today. The room buzzed with multiple conversations. Over in the corner, I saw her perched on a stool. Her youthful face lit up with a smile, and she beckoned me to join her.
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