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I remember exactly where we were at. Dad and I were in our car at the bank’s drive-thru lane. I watched as the cylinder carrier zoomed up papers through the vertical tube to the teller inside the building. It was a very long line with about four cars ahead of us, and Dad used that

He arranged for me to meet her at a local coffee shop. I was nervous. This was the first time I was meeting his sister and it seemed….real. Meeting family meant our relationship was moving to another level. He left for work and I was left alone with her. I missed him badly…and he had

The house was quiet and everyone was tucked in bed. I flipped off the last light switch and was heading to sleep myself when I felt the sudden unction to pray for my children. I’ve realized lately the need to go to war for them. From questionable ads on their devices to alluring billboards on

When I was a young nurse, I had the incredible opportunity to go on a mission trip to Mexico. I had one issue: a language barrier. Although I knew the basic rules of conjugating a verb in Spanish, I was far from fluent. It didn’t stop me from taking up the challenge, so I hopped

I was in the floral section of the local grocery store yesterday, trying to decide between bouquets. It was a colleague’s birthday and I wanted her to feel extra special. I was short on time so I quickly chose a beautiful pink bunch and made my way to the cashier. Whether I chose carnations, roses,

“There are those that read the Bible and then there are those that believe it.” When I was young, my father would sit at our dining room table with stacks of Bibles and Bible Commentaries. From the NIV to ASB, we had most versions. The table looked like it was meant at a library, not

The other night, I woke up suddenly in the middle of the night. This rarely happens to me. I felt something squeezing my heart, almost choking me. My eyes stared into the pitch black. I couldn’t quite put my finger on it, but something didn’t feel right.Fear.That’s what it was. It was gripping me…here…in the

I didn’t understand.I didn’t get it. For eight years, I had worked with people that became family.We were a team. I can’t even explain the chemistry.They threw me baby showers.They wrote sweet cards for my birthday.We laughed together, we were there for each other. Then, one day, they announced that our company was being sold.We

“I sat in the first row of my first seminary class and I didn’t understand a thing.” My Dad was reminiscing over those early days when he had just moved here.  As an excellent student in India, he received the opportunity to move to America to start a new life and study the Bible. The

“Make sure you call them Daddy and Mommy.” That was my father’s advice to me in the weeks leading up to my wedding. It felt strange to think that I would use those beloved names on people other than my own parents. I had to wrap my mind around the idea, but it started to