Tag: Christian Faith

Just Do It

I saw Cathy of Cathy’s Creations post a link on Facebook a few days ago with a story about the staggering number of orphans post earthquake/tsunami in Japan. She said, “I wish there was something I/we could do for these children.” It got me thinking.

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The Power of a Praying Wife: Chapter 22 – His Emotions

I was talking to a retired homicide detective last week. He said that every dead child, every drug induced murder, every senseless death born of greed and anger and malice destroyed him inside. But, as a homicide detective, he couldn’t let those emotions out. Instead of going into some dead child’s bedroom and crying in a corner, he had to buck up and do his job. To compensate, he would go home and drink. His wife didn’t understand what he was struggling with, because he couldn’t open up the floodgate of emotions that would come as a result of acknowledging them, and in the end it nearly destroyed their marriage.

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What the Culture is NOT Telling Your Daughter About Sex

Yesterday, my 13-year-old daughter, Kaylee, and I were at a store buying some essentials to put into a care package for my husband (who is in Afghanistan). While we were there, I stopped by the large magazine rack to see if there were any fitness magazines that he might want or need (he is about to launch a fitness blog). Kaylee asked if she could get a fashion magazine. She is extremely interested in fashion and has even made noises about maybe becoming a fashion designer (the fashion industry could really use a Christian influence – heh.) Before I realized it, she had a copy of Cosmopolitan in her hand. Right on the front cover was: The Sex Quiz You Must Take.

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Treasures on Earth

I have no idea how old these books are. The index page is not dated and I haven’t researched them. An accompanying book from a different publisher with similar page age and binding is dated 1942. I can only assume these are at least that old.

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The Power of a Praying Wife: Chapter 19 – His Past

Gregg and I were married when he was 34. In those 34 years leading up to meeting me, he had buried his mother, graduated high school, fought in a war, got out of the military, attended three colleges, obtained 30 professional certifications, started a career, gotten married, gotten divorced, and lived another five years dating and working and existing.

Long story short, he’d lived thirty-four years.

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