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Yesterday Joel sent out a collection of Election Day prayers, and I’ve seen many other such offerings floating around.  Each one, in its own way, contained words that were beautiful, challenging, comforting, prophetic, and pastoral, and I am grateful for them.  

And yet, as I write this on Wednesday while we are still in the midst of anxious waiting, I find myself yearning for something different, something that gets me out...

The Junior High Youth have been getting together this fall. In August they met at Lily Miller’s home and played volleyball. On October 18, they met at Nina’s house. The group decided to meet during COVID by wearing masks and having no food to eat during these times. Here are a couple pictures submitted by Ruth Leonard, one of the youth leaders, during the outing at Nina’s place.

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By all accounts, 2020 has been a year of unprecedented challenges – at least, unprecedented in MY lifetime. No one can deny the sadness, the anger, the hurt, and the feelings of loss that we have all felt.

If 2020 was food, it would be toothpaste and orange juice flavored potato chips.

HOWEVER…it is time to change the narrative. It’s time to stop thinking of 2020 as a complete disaster. It’s time to take stock of my blessings and tally my victories. 2020 has taught me a couple of lessons:
     1. Focus on the things that TRULY matter in my life. A large percentage of...

I don’t share a lot about my disability, but I thought since I was recently hospitalized this might be a good time to talk about it a little bit more and share some of the things that have helped me adapt. I have Ehlers-Danlos Syndrome, which is an inherited connective tissue disorder. Several other family members from my dad’s side of the family also have it, but it’s fairly rare overall. I had symptoms of it from about age 12, but it wasn’t until I was almost 30 that I finally got a diagnosis that explained all of the bizarre problems I had been having all of these...

I keep remembering and forgetting how to pray. 

This week a song helped me remember, again.  Perhaps you’ve already heard it.  It’s a piece of true pandemic-instigated artistry – a young adult musician couple, parents of a young child, with a canceled concert tour and related income, making music in the basement of his parent’s house.  And they’re in Ohio!

The Keep Going Song.”

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