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    Like My Momma Did

    I was recently asked to describe a moment in my life that I continue to go back to, to remind myself who I am and Whose I am. As I thought about the answer to that, I was reminded of a time when I felt like God was using someone else’s words to speak directly to me. Several months ago, I had been struggling with college decisions on top of some other heavy stuff going on with our family. I had reached the point of a complete nervous breakdown, driving myself crazy and my family crazy! I felt the overwhelming weight of all that had been thrown at me coupled…

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    An Instrument for His Story

    “He comforts us in all our affliction, so that we may be able to comfort those who are in any kind of affliction, through the comfort we ourselves receive from God” (2 Corinthians 1:4, CSB). This is why I share my story. I believe that our stories are personal, and they are powerful. I truly believe that God has given each of us a story that is fine-tuned according to His will for each of our lives. The people I can reach with my story are different than the people you can reach with yours. Everyone’s story is different, and everyone uses their story differently. My sister and I are…

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    The Israelite in Me

    We often think that if God showed us miraculous signs like He showed the Israelites, it would be easier. If God would part the Red Sea or drop manna from heaven or lead us around by a pillar of fire, we would never doubt Him. But how quickly we forget. We, honestly, have the attention span of a goldfish when it comes to God. As soon as something goes wrong, we forget all His goodness and provision and run to Him, whining and complaining about our next problem. I remember being in children’s church and hearing the story of God saving His people and bringing them out of Egypt. I…

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    Child-Like Faith, Unwavering Trust, and Unexplainable Joy

    Last week marked four years since my dad went to be with Jesus. And naturally, days like that cause you to look back, to reflect, to reminisce. As I flipped through old photo albums, I couldn’t help but think: “Those babies have no idea.” We really didn’t. Lys and I were five and seven years old when my dad was first diagnosed with cancer. And as far as we knew, Daddy was sick and had to have surgery. All that meant to us was that we got to shave Daddy’s head! It was a huge treat for us. We each got to take turns with the razor, and Momma took…

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    My Father’s Eyes

    People have always complimented my sister and me on our eyes. They comment on how blue they are or how long our eyelashes are. Sometimes, it’s people we know, and other times it’s just random people in the aisle at Walmart. Some comments are really sweet, and others are kind of odd, like: “Are you letting your eyelashes grow out?” (As opposed to cutting them???) From a young age, people would tell us that we had our daddy’s eyes: bright blue with long, thick lashes. I’ve even had people ask if I was a Slusmeyer simply because they recognized “those blue eyes.” Even though I look like my mom and…

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    Is There Any Other Rock? I Know of None.

    When my heart is overwhelmed, lead me to the Rock that is higher than I. (Psalm 62:2) If I had to guess, I would say most people in our world have hearts that are overwhelmed. Maybe we’re overwhelmed by school, work, family, decisions, finances, emotions, relationships, etc. And it sounds so easy to say: “lead me to the Rock” as an answer for our overwhelmed hearts, the “Christian” thing to say. But what does that mean, what does that look like? First, He must be your Rock. In Matthew 7:24-27, Jesus tells a parable about the wise man and the foolish man and what each of them built their houses on.…