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awakening
Spring is teasing at the edges of my cozy winter world. If I’m honest, I’m not sure I’m ready to see it come. True, there has been a lift to my spirits as I witness the watery edge of blue peeking shyly out beneath the dark skirts of the morning sky earlier each day. I know better than to expect the season’s full advent here in the dark wilds of February. Yet the pale sunshine and mild winds that accompanied my walk yesterday afternoon were decidedly springlike, and not at all unwelcome. Normally, I would be kneeling for a closer look at the signs of new life stirring just beneath…
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Unwrapping the Gift of Faith
Try as I might, I don’t remember being born. It was in the days before delivery room photographers shared the space with family and medical personnel to capture every moment on film. Still, even without such documentation, or even the testimony of many witnesses, I am convinced the event took place. I was unborn, and then I was born: simple as that. I don’t remember any better the moment I was born again, though I am just as certain it happened! I was raised in a Christian home, where loving Jesus seemed a matter of course. Faith is mixed in with my earliest memories. But I would no more say…
