Words of Hope: March Madness

Dad and I liked to play solitary card games while racing against each other. Our favorite was kings in the corner. These games are addictive—just one more game. March Madness can have a sense of addiction and a tinge...

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Words of Hope: Fear of Being Taken In

Years ago, one of our dear friends had a church interview to lead a small group, and it had a level of harshness that surprised us all. She relayed the woman didn't ask open-ended OR meaningful questions but interrogative...

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Words of Hope: Prayer Sisters

Today is my middle daughter Ariana’s birthday. She has the last birthday in four weeks of March birthdays to celebrate in our family. When she was four months old, she stopped gaining weight. She looked wan and sickly. I...

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Words of Hope: Armed and Resolute Wickedness

Dad and I loved March Madness—mainly because it was fun to coach and critique the teams. We were often negative spectators, so Shann had to put us in our place when we became too harsh or pessimistic. Dad would...

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Words of Hope: Forgiveness is Divine

I heard a woman share the gospel, and it was truly an inspired gift. She connected the oil spill image off the Gulf of Mexico in Texas, where hundreds of thousands of birds were carefully washed and cleaned by...

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Words of Hope: Hurting people hurt others

We traveled to NYC recently, and our family watched the MJ musical highlighting the life of Michael Jackson. It has been met with controversy, and some people have decided to boycott the show in protestation. We saw it and...

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Words of Hope: Bright Star

My brother and I are planning my Dad's Celebration of Life. Dad loved short phrases and slogans, so I love to call his memorial day Dad's COL. Planning has been challenging because when Jay and I call each other...

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Words of Hope: Messenger

Today is my Dad’s birthday. Do I write that it would have been his 80th or that it is his 80th birthday? I will say it is Dad’s 80th birthday. When I think of others who are 80, I tend to believe that...

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Words of Hope: Our Present Darkness

I am reading Czech writer Bohumil Hrabal’s novella, Too Loud a Solitude. Hrabal experienced not only the horrors of the Nazi occupation of Prague but also the dark years of communism under Soviet Russia. He worked for the communists burning...

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Words of Hope: Prayer

My Dad and I loved to pray together, and I learned so much about prayer from him. I have been on a journey to understand prayer myself and find I am more in love with prayer each year. When...

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