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go back
The sight of a vast mountain range marching off into the distance has the power to stir my soul like nothing else. At key points in my life, God has planted this little MidWestern girl within view of such grandeur, fortifying me with a tangible reminder to keep looking up! The three years I spent in grad school in Colorado provided just such a reminder. The campus led down to the river, boasting a riverwalk that stretched for miles within sight of the foothills of the Rocky Mountains. Driving back to my apartment from weekly trips to the grocery store, I relished the curve in the road that restored the…
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doorway to hope
Crossing the threshold of the dining room, an oversized wall clock caught my attention. Its hands had been removed, indicating a suspension of time in this place dedicated to hosting memorable moments. God had brought me here to celebrate life—of that, I felt convinced. Yet, I couldn’t drown out the ominous ticking that sounded in my mind, counting down toward the expiration of my hopes. I’d prayed God would write a love story with my life: this didn’t seem to be it. Still, I clung to the truth of His faithfulness, determined to believe He hadn’t forgotten me.
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emerging
I have gotten the rare pleasure of literally watching a butterfly come out of its cocoon. It was one of the most intriguing processes to witness. As each day passed, the outermost part of the cocoon’s skin began to thin until it was barely even there, entirely translucent. Suddenly it was gone. The most fascinating part was that the butterfly did not instantly fly away as I was anticipating. It laid very still, slowly starting to move parts of its body ...
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redeemed into Life
While I wish I could remember the sight of the exotic blooms that surely filled the greenhouse, or summon the warmth of the humid air that must’ve beaded droplets on the glass, all I really remember is the eternity I spent locked inside the metal and cement of a bathroom stall, sick to my stomach and aching for home.
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breaking ground to bring growth
Staring at my reflection I realize that the person looking back at me is not the little girl from the memory. Yet if I look deep enough, I see hints of her. The tears begin to pour like rain. I remember things I wish to forget. I fade quickly into the remembering, the pain and grief overtaking me. Then I breathe deeply and simply say the name, Jesus. Suddenly the memories fade, the room stops spinning and I am able to catch my breath again. I start to talk with Jesus.
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walk in the light
There’s never been a time where the things of God were not somewhere in my sphere of knowing. From a young age my desire was to please Him who sent his Son for my sins and to do what was right in his sight. I was a good kid and I liked to obey the rules. I felt safe meeting standards. It felt good to be good. But unbeknownst to me, sin was already crouching at the door. I was uniting my heart with a lie and weaving my identity with death. For perhaps it is the most dangerous thing in the world to believe this: that I am good.…
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Meet Sara
My name is Sara! I am from a small town in southern Indiana but currently live in Indianapolis and have for the last five years. I have walked many paths in my 26 years of life, but my most favorite and precious one has been with my heavenly Father and Lord Jesus Christ. I have been set free from some dark things in my life and I love sharing with people that they also can have access to the same freedom! I am a quiet person and enjoy what people often call the “simple things” in life. I am a lover of all animals but especially horses. One of my…
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Meet Morgan
Hi, I am Morgan! I’m married to my high school sweetheart and we have four amazing children whom we homeschool. Before kids I was a wedding photographer until God closed the doors to my business, (a story for another time), and directed me to stay at home with my children. I have found great joy tending to my family whilst also being stretched in new ways to depend on the Lord. I’m a barefoot, book-in-hand, outdoors kind-of gal, and recently I’ve been learning to improve my gardening skills! I love reading the Bible and am passionate about sharing what God teaches me through His word as I, by His grace,…
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Meet Rose
Welcome fellow warriors of the King! My name is Rose, I am 25 going on 90, and I love lifting the banner of my Captain: King Jesus. By nature, I am a Jill of All Trades. Growing up in a homeschool environment, I was encouraged to develop and chase my God-given giftings and continue challenging myself. I have both taken and taught ballet, Irish dance, and lyrical dance. Professionally I have done photography, farming, nannying, martial arts, and landscaping, among many other things. Currently I work and train at a gun range and run my own landscaping business. I discovered my passion for writing around 8 years old, and have…
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Meet Lindsey
Hi, I’m Lindsey! I am a beloved daughter, sister, student, teacher, and friend. I am also a writer, dreamer, and creative, a lover of beauty and Truth. My heart has belonged to Jesus since I was small, and He has been renewing it by His Spirit ever since. Besides reading and coffee dates with dear friends, (make mine tea!), my passion is expressing LIFE through the written word. On a typical day during the school year, you’ll find me teaching 2nd graders to support my writing habit and sharing my love for words with the next generation. LWM: Tell us about yourself as a creative As long as I can…
