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I am thankful for the loving arms that embrace me when I am downtrodden, confused, and fatigued. They gently hug me hello and squeeze me in delight as well. I am thankful for the gentle hands that bought my new favorite sparkling beverage and placed the blackberry drink in the fridge to cool, the battle-scarred…
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I recently began bouldering at a local gym. It gets me out of my head and into my body like nothing else I’ve known, and it’s exhilarating! I hate working out, but this feels more like a delightful activity than exercise. Everyone is encouraging, regardless of your level, and sending a route I’ve been projecting…
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“The Lord Jesus, on the night he was betrayed, took bread, and when he had given thanks, he broke it and said, ‘This is my body, which is for you; do this in remembrance of me.’” While singing a hymn about Jesus, I take a cracker piece from a silver platter and pass it to…
Read MoreWhenever Mr. Franklin Harris snoozes at church, I wonder if the ninety-five year old man with whom I sit will awake again. He is a wonderful example of someone who loves Jesus, and he brims with wisdom. His body is frail, though. He recognizes his disability consisting of his inability to stand for long and…
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