If He Had A Refrigerator…

Even after 22 years, I still miss my daddy. Father’s Day reminds me that he is gone, but it also offers me the opportunity to remember these gifts of life that he gave me. And it calls me to receive afresh the love and value my Abba Father wants to lavish on me, his daughter.


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A Guide To The Pain That Slaps You In The Face

Our burden is real, there's no doubt. But it isn't mine to carry alone. It was an invitation, in the most unexpected place, to come weary and trade this burden for rest. It was a gentle reminder that I don't have to hold it all together. I can't undo the pain of a past or avoid the pain of the present but I can trust that the one who was there continues to carry the weight and will be faithful to heal.



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