The Hem of His Garment: A Reflection on Mark 5:25–34
She had spent everything she had, and still she reached. There's something in that I can't quite leave alone.
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She had spent everything she had, and still she reached. There's something in that I can't quite leave alone.
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A prayer for the restless hours when sleep won't come and the mind won't quiet down.
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A confession about optimism, unpreparedness, and my ongoing failure to learn from the forecast.
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A free afternoon felt like a gift I didn't know how to open.
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A parable about a fig tree that won't produce makes me wonder what it means to be given more time — and what we do with it.
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