Tag: Dawn Reed

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  • Telling the Story: A trip to the Bahamas

    Beginning Jan. 1, I pray about opportunities to serve the Lord during the year-near or far. I had one week open in March. There was a possibility with a dental team going to Alaska. That door closed. I continued to pray. If nothing happened, I would just stay home and spring clean. Some guys in…

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    Telling the Story: A trip to the Bahamas

  • Telling the Story: The darkest time

    It was my turn to teach at the jail on Sunday. I shared one of my favorite Resurrection stories… Mary Magdalene went to the tomb while it was still dark. “Dark” was an understatement. Jesus had released her from seven demons (Mark 16:9), and this Mary had begun a new life with Him. Where He…

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    Telling the Story: The darkest time

  • Telling the Story: When we are scared

    The day began with her puking in the bushes. Macie, who is nine, had a dental appointment to have a filling. She dreaded it like crazy and hadn’t slept the night before. When she and her mom got to the office, she didn’t even want to come in. Her mom called to tell us they…

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    Telling the Story: When we are scared

  • Telling the Story: Getting the words right

    Growing up in church during the 1970s, we didn’t listen to many popular tunes. Music back then was thought to lead to dancing and all other debauchery. (In truth, my dance moves weren’t that great.) But I knew all the church songs and could even play #203 and #204 in the hymnal on the piano.…

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    Telling the Story: Getting the words right

  • Telling the Story: The rescue

    The pictures were terrifying. A few weeks ago, half of a tractor-trailer dangled over the side of the Clark Memorial Bridge, which connects Louisville to southern Indiana. Far below was the Ohio River. Reporters flocked and spectators stared in horror as emergency workers rushed to the scene. The driver—a woman—was still strapped in the front…

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    Telling the Story: The rescue

  • Telling the Story: Sending us out

    We were on our knees in the aisle and surrounded. I could hear some whisper “Jesus” and “Yes” as they prayed. These were our people, our church family, and they were sending us out. What a wonderful thing to be supported by our brothers and sisters in Christ. Tears flowed down my face. In Acts…

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    Telling the Story: Sending us out

  • Telling the Story: Knowing when to run

    Bears, bees, snakes, spiders. All things to flee. I asked Stevie, who turns seven this week, to name something he would run from. “A T-Rex, a raptor and a stegosaurus,” he answered without a pause. “Can you think of something smaller?” I asked. “Oh, OK, a baby T-Rex,” he replied. I laughed out loud. There…

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    Telling the Story: Knowing when to run

  • Telling the Story: It pays to go to Sunday school

    Brody won almost $6,000 last week in Sunday School. Cash was the next top winner with $5,800. The money was flowing freely. Caleb made $3,107, Gavan $1,638, Sky $1,156, and on and on. Poor Hannah ended up with only $707, but it was more than she had walked in with. I told them, “It PAYS…

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    Telling the Story: It pays to go to Sunday school

  • Telling the Story: Taking matters into my own hands

    When the box of Kleenex’s fell behind the dryer, I didn’t think it would be a big deal. Knowing it would be a fire hazard to leave it, I shimmied up on the dryer as best as a 61-year-old woman could to retrieve it. My arms were not long enough. “I will get it!” my…

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    Telling the Story: Taking matters into my own hands

  • Telling the Story: God at work

    Not everyone knows about Jesus. It still surprises me to find that to be true. While I grew up going to Sunday and Wednesday church services, Sunday School and Vacation Bible School. Countless others did not. While I know Him personally and He walks with me each day, to some He is an unknown person,…

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    Telling the Story: God at work