I was twenty-two years old when my father told me that the cancer had returned with a vengeance. We had thought he was clear, done, finished. The CAT scans had told us the cancer had been defeated by the rigors of...
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Stasi Eldredge
I was twenty-two years old when my father told me that the cancer had returned with a vengeance. We had thought he was clear, done, finished. The CAT scans had told us the cancer had been defeated by the rigors of...
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Disclaimer: BecomeGoodSoil.com is a blog written for men who are choosing a decade of excavation. My motive is to write with integrity and love to this group of men uniquely. If that’s not you, I welcome you...
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Disclaimer: BecomeGoodSoil.com is a blog written for men who are choosing a decade of excavation. My motive is to write with integrity and love to this group of men uniquely. If that’s not you, I welcome you...
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I read in the paper today that according to a study done by the Guttmacher Institute, the number of abortions in the United States has fallen to its lowest level since 1973. 1973 was a big year. On January 22, 1973 in Roe v. Wade, the Supreme...
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Now through February 19, the Becoming Myself e-book is on sale for $0.99! This offer is available through all e-book retailers.
God has dreams—just for you. Becoming Myself is a hope-filled book for anyone who wonders if her life will...
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I remember the day well that a miracle happened. My weekly women’s Bible study had broken into our small group of eight and finished up going over the guide’s questions when a woman’s heart showed up. She didn’t have a...
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It was approaching dusk on a November afternoon, and I was splitting the last of the logs we cut for firewood, when suddenly the fading light transformed the sky into a suspended ocean of luminous peach and rose, the glow from which...
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It was approaching dusk on a November afternoon, and I was splitting the last of the logs we cut for firewood, when suddenly the fading light transformed the sky into a suspended ocean of luminous peach and rose, the glow from which...
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Stasi and I were having dinner last night with some dear friends, leaders of a ministry and seminary. At one point in the conversation the husband said something to the effect of, "I am praying daily for the return of Jesus." And it stopped me in...
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I was amazed.
God had done so much.
Yet what amazed me even more was this: God had done so much that I had...
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I was amazed.
God had done so much.
Yet what amazed me even more was this: God had done so much that I had...
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I’m not going to throw away my scale today but I am going to ask my husband to hide it.
A number has ruled my life since a fateful day in the 1st grade. The school nurse had lined up all the students to record our...
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I was sitting at my desk this morning catching up on email, and noticed the December Wild at Heart letter lying nearby. I picked it up, and read it...and knew I had to share it with you (even if you read the hard copy)...
Dearest Friends...
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A Merry Christmas to all our dear friends and allies!
As I reflect upon the mystery of the incarnation, and the great invasion of the Kingdom that began under cover of darkness in a remote village in the Middle East, so many wonders flood...
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Christmas is just days away and here I am blogging about something for January! Craaazy, I know! And though I would like some particular times to go more slowly (i.e. vacations, holidays, celebrations...) time continues to speed by. So, I am...
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It was nearly a nondescript December Wednesday. I was pushing hard to finish projects on my desk, and Cherie was likely pulling dinner together and trying to focus the kids on their homework.
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It was nearly a nondescript December Wednesday. I was pushing hard to finish projects on my desk, and Cherie was likely pulling dinner together and trying to focus the kids on their homework.
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Smack dab in the middle of the Christmas season I can feel such a compulsion to strive. Often my heart is not at rest waiting for Jesus to come to me yet again, but straining; desperately reaching for entrance into the place where...
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Relational Freedom: The Joy of Connecting
We are relational to the core. Yet it's impossible for us to be fully present to those around us if we neglect our own internal world.
In this extended...
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Unplugged from the matrix. Four days in a fellowship of world changing...
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