He May Not Stop the Storm

He May Not Stop the Storm

He May Not Stop the Storm One evening before bed, my daughter was brushing her teeth, and a storm was rolling in. The rain hadn’t arrived yet, but we heard the thunder building as the clouds moved in on our home. As she was brushing, she kept stopping to say, “I want...
When He Holds Our Hand Across the Creeks

When He Holds Our Hand Across the Creeks

When He Holds Our Hand Across the Creeks My husband and I  headed out on the trail,  with our 8 month old strapped securely in my carrier, our excited 2 ½ year old leading the way through the rocks and leaves, and our dog bounding along beside us. This particular...

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