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Do you ever find that when you attend a wedding, you get a bucket-load of ideas for your own far-off wedding? Me too. For instance, when of my cousins got married when I was 16, Aunt Nita (not my cousin’s mom, a different aunt) asked me if I had thought about my future wedding at all. Flustered, I couldn’t say that I had. What sort of info was she looking for here?? As if she had read my thoughts, Aunt more »

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When I was in the eight grade, I was head over heels for a guy. Let’s call him Relad. Relad and I weren’t in the same classes, so the only time I could see him is when we would pass each other in the hallways. I looked forward to those times so much, I eventually memorized his schedule so I would know when exactly we would pass each other. (Not my finest moment.) I was super shy around guys then, 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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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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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 »