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  • Telling the Story: Be a kind human

    DAWN REED “Blue” is the brown horse that lives at the mouth of our hollow. (“Holler” if you are from the mountains.) Everybody loves Blue-men, women, children of all ages. It’s not unusual to see little kids walking up our narrow road with carrots in hand, taking them to their favorite horse. Cars are often…

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    Telling the Story: Be a kind human

  • Telling the Story: Rich Strike and David

    DAWN REED My beloved and I make it a point to watch the Kentucky Derby every year. Our interest in the daylong pre-race ebbs and flows, but when the ponies go into the Paddock, we are front and center, holding our breath for the mile and a quarter race. Before the Derby, we each make…

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    Telling the Story: Rich Strike and David

  • Telling the Story: Cleaning out the attic

    DAWN REED When my beloved became a pastor in 1998, a box labeled “TOMMY AND DAWN’S MEMORIES” was gingerly and reverently carried from the attic of our old house to our new home: the parsonage of McVeigh Baptist Church. It was stored in the garage there for over five years. That treasure box was carted…

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    Telling the Story: Cleaning out the attic

  • Telling the Story: God can use broken things

    BY DAWN REED It was a dumb move. I was carrying too much coming in from the back porch. A pillow was under one arm, coffee mug in one hand. In the other hand, I held my laptop. It was updating as it shut down, so I needed to keep it open. As I crossed…

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    Telling the Story: God can use broken things

  • Telling the Story: Good news at Easter

    BY DAWN REED It was the first time we had been to the jail since COVID. Two long years. Though we had prayed for them often, seeing the women face to face was what we had longed for. As we prepped for our first Bible study in 24 months, on Easter, it was easy to…

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    Telling the Story: Good news at Easter

  • Telling the Story: Remembering good things

    BY DAWN REED When my family gets together, we love to reminisce. We get loud-really loud. Each of us tries to speak over the other, often interrupting to input their version of a story told countless times before. My nephew says we tell the same stories over and over. To that, I say, “So?” This…

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    Telling the Story: Remembering good things

  • Telling the Story: From Mountain to Valley

    BY DAWN REED Denzel was not wrong. The well-known actor counseled his friend Will Smith after the slap heard ‘round the world at the Oscars last Sunday night. Smith had marched on stage and unexpectedly socked presenter Chris Rock in the face after Rock made a joke about Smith’s wife. Everyone watching was stunned. Later,…

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    Telling the Story: From Mountain to Valley

  • Telling the Story: Following the instructions

    BY DAWN REED It was my first rodeo. A few years ago, I needed gum grafts. Dr. Leslie Horne and Beaumont Periodontics provided me with everything I needed to have a successful surgery. After the initial visit, a black folder filled with important information was placed in my hands. There were guidelines for everything: what…

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    Telling the Story: Following the instructions

  • Telling the Story: Getting to know Paul

    BY DAWN REED To be honest, he really used to get on my nerves. He seemed so bossy and harsh. Every word that proceeded out of his mouth was some kind of instruction or rule or bossy-something. I glossed over his writings, thinking it was probably important, but had no time to delve into all…

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    Telling the Story: Getting to know Paul

  • Telling the Story: When we don’t know what to do

    BY DAWN REED When Russia began taunting Ukraine a few weeks ago, I was concerned. As days went on and artillery was being assembled against the people of Ukraine, I prayed like the Sons of Zebedee (Luke 9:51-55). I wanted God to bring fire down from heaven to stop the attack. Last Thursday, when Russia…

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    Telling the Story: When we don’t know what to do