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  • Telling the story: One small thing

    BY DAWN REED Several years ago, I started having chest pains-not terrible, but consistent. It concerned me, but I kept it to myself.  Just before that, totally unsolicited, my pharmacist friend mentioned that heart disease is a leading cause of death in women over 50. Yay. I was over 50. After a few weeks of…

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    Telling the story: One small thing

  • Telling the Story: A good dose of vitamin sea

    BY DAWN REED Genesis tells the magnificent story of creation. “God called the dry ground ‘land’ and the gathered waters He called ‘seas.’ And God saw that it was good” (1:10). And it WAS. Looking at the ocean this week, “good” is a small word that describes an indescribably wonderful thing. It all takes my…

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    Telling the Story: A good dose of vitamin sea

  • Telling the Story: Evaluating on a big day

    BY DAWN REED In early 2019, someone in a Bible study encouraged me to write a mission statement. (It might have been Craig Groeschel or Lysa Terkeurst.)  A mission statement is typically for a business, church or ministry. It might sound silly that an individual would have one but it was a great idea for…

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    Telling the Story: Evaluating on a big day

  • Telling the Story: What lies beneath

    BY DAWN REED Life had been hard for Miss Slone before the flood. Before July 28, she had been going through chemo for cancer. Due to missing work for her treatments, she was let go. She has already lost her mother, father and four siblings to brain or colon cancer. Meanwhile, she has pressed on,…

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    Telling the Story: What lies beneath

  • Telling the Story: Seeing Clearly

    BY DAWN REED It was the strangest thing: All of a sudden, she looked older. Much older. Her face was all wrinkly. She saw it every time she looked in the mirror.  And her legs…they had varicose veins! Everywhere. Why, she’d never noticed those. Something strange must have happened during the surgery. She would need…

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    Telling the Story: Seeing Clearly

  • Telling the Story: Mr. Goodson’s Apples

    BY DAWN REED Mr. Goodson thought his apples were poison. Hold that thought. A few weeks ago, my friend and neighbor, Paige, spotted beautiful apples on our other neighbor’s tree. Since we both love the delicious fruit, she encouraged me to ask if we could pick some. She had company that evening and couldn’t go.…

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    Telling the Story: Mr. Goodson’s Apples

  • Telling the Story: God Working in Esther

    BY DAWN REED My beloved gifted me with The Women of the Bible Speak by Shannon Bream. I’ve been digging into the lives and stories of 16 Bible girls, applying their wisdom to life today. When I began the chapter on Esther, I wondered what new things God would show me. (I will never, ever…

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    Telling the Story: God Working in Esther

  • Telling the Story: In sickness and in health

    BY DAWN REED In October 1980, my beloved and I raced to the state line and got married — against my mother’s wishes. We were 18 and madly in love. She thought we were crazy. Standing in the belfry of the Wise County (Va.) Courthouse, we repeated vows that sealed us in matrimony: “to have…

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    Telling the Story: In sickness and in health

  • Telling the Story: Waiting for the Green Light

    BY DAWN REED At 5:30 a.m., it was still pitch dark. Ink black. Heading to Lick Creek for a RAM dental clinic last Saturday morning, I told myself more than once that I was on the right road. But it was hard to tell. Still miles from the clinic location, I came upon a temporary…

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    Telling the Story: Waiting for the Green Light

  • Telling the Story: An instrument in God’s hands

    BY DAWN REED According to britannica.com, “an instrument is a tool or device that is used for a particular purpose.” For 15-1/2 years working as a dental assistant, I have handed my dentist/boss instruments throughout each workday. At first glance, they may appear to be utensils made for torture, but in truth, they are not. While a large…

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    Telling the Story: An instrument in God’s hands