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Women Who Move Mountains

At times,  we can find ourselves at a point where we desire to live better and love God more deeply. We long to speak with Him and hear from Him. Our prayer time was not intended to be a time we solely present our needs to God but is meant to be how we draw closer to...

The Extraordinary

It was said during an ordinary and daily phone conversation, “You might be eligible for sainthood and you’re not even Catholic.” We laughed so hard as it was such a ridiculous statement, though it was sincerely said. But it made me think about life...

He Sees Me

The story of Hagar has been before me for a few days. Hagar, the Egyptian maidservant of Sarai. She was stripped of all personal rights as a person, as a woman, and had to give into Sarai’s every demand. Her very name, Hagar, means “flight”. This is...

And He Comes

  Earlier this morning I read Luke 8:40-48 where I found two encounters with Jesus. First we have Jairus, who comes to ask Jesus to heal his only daughter, who is dying. While Jesus is on his way to the home of Jairus, the crowd is still with him, and a woman...

He’ll Never Forget

“Can a mother forget her nursing child? Can she feel no love for the child she has borne? But even if that were possible, I would not forget you! See, I have written your name on the palms of my hands.” (Isaiah 49:15-16a, NLT) We are moved to pray for the...