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The following is a guest post by Emily Anne of The Kindred Spirits blog I never dated in high school. And I never dated in college. I had very little desire to pursue dating during those seasons of my life. In fact, I had become quite the relationship cynic. And I’m not just talking about romantic relationships. I’m talking relationships in general. Even friendships. Any sort of connection was scary. I felt I had been burned too many times. While attending more »

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The following is a guest post by Elizabeth of www.wanderlustandheart.com I have a bit of a control problem: I have issues with asking for help or trusting others with a job I know I can do or when I have a certain outcome in mind. I am this way with God sometimes. Typically, I don’t usually ask for help and I like to try to ‘fix’ or ‘get things done’ on my own. I am also a planner. Not a ‘my more »

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The following is a guest post by my roommate/ best friend, Michaela “Aww, you’re in a relationship?? Congrats! You’ve finally met that wonderful person that makes your heart sing and your soul fly!” She squeals. She continues, “The two of you will spend lots of time together, going on casual coffee dates during the week and romantic dinner dates on the weekend. You’ll get to know each other better as you spend that quality time together on a regular basis, more »

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The following is a guest post by Naomi of www.127living.com My dream of adopting began long before I met my husband. I clearly remember the moment I realized adoption was in my future. I had just finished Louisa May Alcott’s book, Little Men. In it, the main character, Jo, runs a home for boys. The picture painted of an estate overrun with rambunctious boys in need of a momma to love them, pulled my heart. It was then I knew 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 »