The Real Reason I Don’t Go To Your Church by Chris Kratzer

No, it’s not the music style, the lighting, or the programs.

No, it’s not that I’m lazy, disinterested, or bent towards worldliness.

In fact, I care deeply about spiritual things, long for community, and have a generous heart for serving people…

Very powerful post, I encourage you to check it out!

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Luck, Fate, Divine Intervention. (Or whatever you want to call it…)

I’m happy I stumbled onto this blog today! Very powerful post!

 

Paddles, Pringles, and Paths

I’ve lived in the same community for ten years. My children spent a combined 8 years at the local high school. During this time I have gotten to know its people and after moving back “home” to Massachusetts for a brief six months, I came back here to this little New Hampshire town because I love it and this is home. This is where I raised my children. This is where our lives have been. I am one of its people.

When things happen in this town, we feel it. We feel it because, although it’s not a tiny little one stop-sign town, it IS a small town. Names hit the news and these were parents who sat with us on booster committees, the guy that runs the diner downtown, the kids that sat in classes with our kids. You may not KNOW these people, but you know them. And…

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Calling Wildfire in Gatlinberg — aLightningbug

Firefighters are struggling to put out wildfires in Gatlinberg and Sevier County, Tennessee tonight. High winds may return overnight after a calmer day. Sevier County includes the popular Great Smoky Mountains tourist spots Pidgeon Forge and Dollywood. The fires started last week. But a mix of dry weather and extreme winds last night spread flames […]

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The Greatness of Gratitude

She makes some great points here!!!  We should all take some cues from this post.

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RAH'S MIRROR

What if you woke up tomorrow with only what you were grateful for today? Would you have a lot? Or only a little? Were you grateful for your morning coffee? Your children? Spouse? How about your car or the gas that’s in it? Your job? Your friends? A roof over your head? How different would your life really be when you opened your eyes?

What are you most happy about in your life? If you made up a list of ten things, what would be on that list? ( The Seeds 4 Life )

In life, I am most happy;

  1. That we successfully moved back home. Have our own house. A means to pay the bills.
  2. That my husbands cancer numbers are better at every appointment. That as the days pass he grows stronger and the cancer grows weaker.
  3. That we have the strength and love to give the amazing…

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I’m raising someone’s husband

Such a beautiful post! I know I feel this way, and I’m sure many of you other boy mom’s out there do as well!

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Oh Hey, Shenandoah

I’mraising someone’s husband.

This is the thought that’s been rocking my brain for the past few weeks. It doesn’t even need to be said that every new parent is petrified of what kind of job they’re going to do at raising their children, so here’s just one new momma’s inside look.

I grew up in a household where my parents were very good at expressing their love for each other. Never a phone call, a good bye, a hello, a good job – nothing in our household went without an “I love you.”

But, nothing lasts forever and what I thought was written in the stars, crumbled so suddenly it sent me into a frantic sense of being that nothing can last forever.

Now, I’ve made it a point that I will show my kids just how much I love their father. That even if they happen to…

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Spilled Milk

This made me stop and think..
We should all take something from this post!

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RAH'S MIRROR

Yesterday around supper time, as we were clamoring to our dinner seats and bribing our children to eat their vegetables, a family on the other side of town was frantically searching for their four year old son.

As we were begging our children to just take five more bites of their untouched plates, this family was screaming for their neighbors to help them find their missing boy.

As we were demanding our children just sit still and stop playing around, this family was dialing 911 frantically making a missing child’s report.

As we were finally losing it when our children’s dilly dallying caused their glass of milk to spill across the entire table and pour in a splattering puddle upon the floor, this family and their neighbors and the police canvased the nearby neighborhood looking for this little boy.

As we were frustratingly sopping up the spilled milk, grumbling as…

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