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When I was eleven I attended a “6th grade retreat” which was put on by my small private school. There were four other sixth graders in my cabin, and we had two counselors who were both seniors in high school. On the very first night of the retreat, our counselors gave us cute composition books to use as a journal or notebook during our time at the retreat. Since that moment, journaling has become a very dear habit of mine, more »

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The other day, my best friend and I visited a jewelry shop in the mall because she wanted to show me the engagement ring her boyfriend and she had picked out when he was in town last week. We scurried to the counter like excited children on Christmas morning, and she grinned as she pointed it out. “That one!” I ooh-ed and ahh-ed at the ring. It was gorgeous. :) As I was driving home, I thought about how weird more »

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When I think of Mary the mother of Jesus in light of the Christmas story, I typically can’t help but think of Imogene Herdman’s portrayal of Mary in The Best Christmas Pageant Ever by Barbra Robinson. And then I can’t help but smile to myself. Imogene Herdman is not who you would have thought would be chosen to represent Mary in the Christmas pageant. She was a bully, always dirty, and not Mary-like at all. Regardless of whether or not Imogene Herdman is representing more »

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Shortly after I became a Christian at age seven, the children’s minister at my church discipled me for a while. Honestly, I don’t remember hardly anything I learned during that time since I was so young. However, the one thing I do remember is the “stop light” illustration to how God answers prayers. During that time of discipleship, I learned that there are three ways God answers prayers: Yes = Green Light Yes, but not right now = Yellow Light more »

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The Day that Death Died By Michaela W. By one of His own, He was betrayed, One who, by silver’s ring, was swayed, He was led away, His hands bound and tied, On the day that death died. Spit upon and falsely accused, He was whipped, beaten – horribly abused, Before Pilate of Rome, He was questioned and tried, On the day that death died. Led through the streets full of mocking and scorn, A burden on His back, on more »