Refine me, and Refine Me Again

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"Must I continue to be tried?" Contributing writer Ami from When Mercy Found Me encourages us to allow the Lord to refine us, even through suffering.  When I found myself sobbing on Mother’s Day, it shouldn’t have been a surprise. Happy tears. Sad tears. Angry tears. An external processor to the core, it gets embarrassing sometimes. But I laugh a lot too. So I suppose they balance out. A Continue Reading

The Extraordinary Ordinary

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By contributing writer Ami: “I’ll have the Ordinary Special.” “Do you want blue skies with that?” “Yes please.” “Ok, that’ll be one Ordinary Special coming right up. Runny noses, nap time songs, making dinner, a kiss when the husband comes home, an argument, extra reconciliation snuggles, and a side of blue skies.” “Yep, that’ll do it. I’ll have it my way.” Wouldn’t it be great if we Continue Reading

Stop Saying You’re Sorry: Living in True Gospel Community

Living in true gospel community means letting others accept your good, bad, and ugly

By contributing writer Ami: “Stop saying you’re sorry. You say it all the time.” “I do? Oh, I’m sorry.” Their looks said it all. Then we dissolved into laughter. “Seriously though, you don’t need to say you’re sorry; you’ve done nothing wrong. And you say it a lot when you talk about Jon.” She was right. I thought I talked about him too much. Perhaps my friends were tired of hearing the Continue Reading

A King, a Prince, and a Wretch

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By contributing writer, Ami  Once upon a time there was a king. Now, this king was everything a good fairy tale wants. He was powerful, but also good. He was just, but also merciful. He was wise, faithful, and fiercely protective of his kingdom. And he loved his citizens, not as one aloof or stoic, but with passion and vehemence, as if they were sons and daughters. One day the king called for Continue Reading

You Will Find Rest for Your Souls

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By contributing writer, Ami My fingers and toes were ice, but my face was flushed and hot. Wrapped in a blanket, wearing several layers, including socks and slippers, I could not get warm. The tell tale signs were like stealth fighters. spies on a covert mission. Try as I might to thwart them, I merely slowed their progress. The tactic changed. It was a full-on frontal assault, a barrage of Continue Reading