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Telling the Story: Listening to Siri
My family gets a little nervous when I go out of town by myself. When I’m riding in the passenger seat, I never pay attention to roads, route numbers or traffic. To keep my mind off the highway (and speedometer), I busy myself with reading, writing, crocheting, cutting paper things out, and other stuff. Arriving
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Telling the Story: Lessons from the Olympics
Watching the opening ceremonies of the Olympics reminded me that we live in a sinful and dying world. Shocked, even horrified at some of the things displayed, I realized again that lost people act like lost people. While I have been deeply burdened about the lostness of America and her disregard for God, I had
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Telling the Story: Good Times in Vacation Bible School
It’s Bible School week. One sip of strawberry Kool-Aid takes me back to VBS snacks on the creek bank behind Belfry Baptist Church in the early ‘70s. We lined up outside – girls wearing dresses – then marched in to “Onward Christian Soldiers.” We said pledges to the American flag, the Christian flag and the
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Telling the Story: Praying for God’s will
Praying for God’s will is the best thing. The wisest thing. The hardest thing. One of the most difficult lessons of my life. It happened July 20, 1994-30 years ago this week. It was a Wednesday. Sandra had been told early on she would never be able to have children. So, when she became terribly
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Telling the Story: Better together
In August 1971, sitting side by side on a brown couch in Jerry Bottom of Huddy my sister Teri and I gave our hearts to Jesus. We were baptized together, and we went to Sunday School together and Training Union on Sunday nights. (Extra points if you know what that is.) We were in youth
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Telling the Story: Declaration of dependence
The Fourth of July is one of my husband’s very favorite holidays. He loves the colors red, white, and blue and loves to fly the flag. Growing up, learning about the history of our nation was no fun at all. Today rereading/relearning the happenings of our country’s beginning and how our independence came about stirs
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God is not surprised
“God is not surprised.” It’s what Sara Robinson said at Radiant (Pastor’s Wives Retreat) when speaker Christine Hoover’s plane had been delayed time and time again. We prayed and rearranged the schedule. A substitute was mic’d, ready to step to the stage. But, a few moments before her exact time to speak, Christine pulled into
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Telling the Story: Appreciation for creation
Listening to the morning sounds in the mountains, I hear birds tweeting and greeting. They call across the hills, “Good morning! It’s time to get up.” God didn’t have to make birds sing. But He did. The honeysuckle grows wild up the hollow. It’s a delicious treat for drivers who have their windows down. Autumn
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Telling the Story: A bad batch of jealousy
Just after my family moved to Prestonsburg over 20 years ago, Leah Dane-one of our older deacon’s wives, made us a loaf of banana bread. The small bundle was wrapped in foil. Opening it up, we found it already sliced for our convenience. At that time, we lived in a hollow several miles from the
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Telling the Story: Meeting Mrs. Dorsie
Some of Jesus’ last words were “Go, go, and be.” I met an embodiment of those words at Horsecave Baptist Church a few weeks ago. Mrs. Dorsie Phillips made her way down the center aisle in turquoise and white. Her white hair was perfectly done. What got my attention was her smile and her necklace.
