Guest Author 2 Minute Read The lonely figure darted quietly through the streets of Bethany. She had heard He was here. Pulling her robe tightly against her body in a vain attempt to keep the evening chill at bay, she clutched the precious box in her hand as she neared Simon’s house.
Jeannie Pederson 3 Minute Read Have you read about pioneers on the westward trails that would leave belongings by the wayside so they could travel faster? In my quest to have more time for things I want to do, I’ve learned I enjoy having less “stuff” to slow me down. Sometimes I feel like a slave to my possessions, and…
Chantel 3 Minute Read I’d only seen her once or twice, and I never knew her name. She was simply the woman who lived next door. From a distance, I could read pain in her face etched there by a life that had been hard and that had given her too many scars. Sometimes, when we passed her on…
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