From The Heart, Chapter 6

By JANA HENRY|CONTRIBUTOR

Sisters, it is late Thursday afternoon, and I am still knee deep in trying to put my thoughts on paper where they make sense and might be of some benefit to you. I hope to complete this in the next few days. In the meantime, please enjoy this short article reprinted from the June 2017 issue of Tabletalk magazine,[1] which covered the Beatitudes. Continue reading “From The Heart, Chapter 6”

Looking to Jesus, Chapter 6

By BARBARANNE KELLY|CONTRIBUTOR

It’s Summertime here in Texas, which means that school’s out, pools and waterparks are open, and shorts and sandals are standard everyday wear. Of course, being Texas, the shorts and sandals have been in use for several months already. When the sandals come out, it’s pedicure season; the footsies need some sprucing up for their higher visibility; after all, painted toes are part of the accessory package—right? I went for my first pedicure of the season a month ago, and part of the process of getting my feet ready for sandals involved a lot of soaking and special potions and lotions before bringing out the “cheese grater” to tackle my callouses. Continue reading “Looking to Jesus, Chapter 6”

From The Heart, Chapter 5

By JANA HENRY|CONTRIBUTOR

“Oh, the depth of the riches and wisdom and knowledge of God! How unsearchable are His judgments and how inscrutable His ways!”[1]

In last week’s blog, I wrote of my desire, along with my inability, to share with you all the riches of God’s sovereign covenant love that have been running around in my head these days. I ended by writing that I hoped, in the weeks ahead, that I would be able to take one facet of God’s love which has been deeply impressed upon my heart and share it with you. Continue reading “From The Heart, Chapter 5”

Looking to Jesus, Chapter 5

By BARBARANNE KELLY|CONTRIBUTOR

In the summer of 2012 I grew tired of only hearing about my children’s adventures and decided to join our youngest daughter, Erin, and Venture Crew 241, for a four-day hike on the Appalachian Trail in Maine. I was training for my second half-marathon at the time and reasonably fit, after all; how hard could it be? After months of planning, preparation, and practice hikes, we arrived at the trailhead, made a final check of our gear, strapped on our packs (mine weighed approximately a thousand pounds), and walked into the beautiful woods and mountains of the Maine wilderness.

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