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November 8, 2013 |

Part of being a human is realizing more and more how much you need God. I don’t know about you, but the older I get the more I realize just how flawed I am. This...

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wrecked photo

From Hot Mess… To Free.

September 30, 2013 |

Once upon a time there was a girl named Ruth Wilson. She found her identity in being a hot mess… and constantly claimed to have a lot of sin in her heart… and lived entangled...

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Walking On Water

September 29, 2013 |

Troubles are chasing me again. Tearing down my strong defense. I’m still alive. But I’m barely breathing. Close to breaking, wishing I just would already. I’m finding myself back in South Carolina to see a...

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What is Home?

July 20, 2013 |

I currently find myself sitting in an old RV on the beautiful piece of land that my family has just purchased. Outside the birds are chirping and the sun is beating down on our grove...

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July 7, 2013 |

I love the idea of recycling, upcycling, bicycling… It seems that the idea of “reduce, reuse, recycle, educate” has biblical parallels: one person’s trash becomes another’s transformed product. Artwork, household goods, industrial items, water, ideas,...

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detail from Michelangelo, The Creation of Adam


June 30, 2013 |

  I’ve been missing something…something visceral; something that I have always – under every circumstance – been able to count on and draw upon. I’ve looked in closets, books, song, people, silence, and in the...

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By Jeff Goins, Editor Is Jesus “the Way, the Truth and the Life” as we often hear in church? Really? How? In John 14:6, Jesus says, “I am the way and the truth and the...

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By Peter Bowes There is nothing mysterious about the word “mystical.” Mystical means simply having an experience beyond the five senses. When you experience love, it is an example of a mystical experience. When you...

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By Samantha Costanza Just one touch…” I thought to myself, “Just one touch and I will be whole again.” The sweaty bodies press in one me. I feel a heavy foot land crushingly on mine....

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By Samantha Costanza Averted eyes and gazes as I walk down the dirt road.  They might as well have been stepping on me.  The grit and stank dwells deep in my bones. I am the...

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