Signs and Wonders.

Ash Wednesday. A chalked smearing of celebration tasted—now absent, ached for, and anticipated.

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A Red Tent Dinner on Radical Hospitality and Belonging

When I signed up last fall to host a Red Tent dinner, all I was sure of was my desire to step outside my comfort zone as I began to make plans for what the evening would look like.

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Come play.

I’m not particularly self-contained when I am happy. “Graceful” would not be the word of choice. At my brightest moments, I tend to jump, bounce, giggle, fling, or shout.

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Five O’Clock Friends

A few months ago my piano teacher asked me to pick out a song in the key of B flat major.

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Accepting the Invitation.

Ten minutes before I am even aware of the darkening clouds outside, I feel his brown eyes seeking my attention.

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Is It Really Well With My Soul?

“It is well with my soul” This is one of my favorite hymns. It was offered by our worship team last Lord’s Day and I struggled to sing the words.

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