Author: Rhonda Schrock

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Jan 27, 2018

When words have been stolen, “breathe on me”

This week, a young woman from my home church on the prairie suffered a massive stroke. In a small community, everyone knows everyone else, and the ties stretch far across

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Jan 25, 2018

The Curly Head writes an essay, goes to school

Sure, I said. So I did. After some deliberation, I picked my topic, did my own homework, and went to the fifth grade to present. With four boys of my

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Jan 11, 2018

For a higher FSI, up your CSI (a little bit of help from The Curly One)

“I’m a straight-haired girl trapped in a curlyhead’s body.” That’s what I said to The Mister the other day. Blast if that guy can’t put a roll-of-the-eyes note in a

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Jan 10, 2018

Why I have no competition (and you don’t have to, either)

“You are never competing.” That’s what he said just this morning to Curled-Up Girl on the couch in her jammies. And with that, he pointed *Big Red toward the office, and he

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Jan 02, 2018

About loneliness, sowing and holy discontent

FacebookTwitterGoogle+DiggPinterestBlogger A quick word at the new year’s beginning for someone who’s readin’ this and feels lonely… One day when I was out runnin’ my three, I was thinkin’ on

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Dec 19, 2017

Why Christmas is for nobodies

I’m taking a strategic break from social media right now with plans to savor the season. But as I slip away, I want to leave you with this… I’m thinkin’ an awful

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Dec 08, 2017

Full healing, heaven’s hope, one sweet day

On this cold, December day, winter’s chill nibbles my toes. Huddled beneath a down blanket, mug of hot coffee tucking warm in my hands, I look up. Overhead, a star

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Nov 30, 2017

In an hour of darkness, Love walks toward the pain

In the season of light, I can feel it. Where our tree holds out its arms, lights a-twinkling on its branches, the darkness presses in. Outside my window, the Holy Family sits,

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Nov 02, 2017

“And it came…to pass”

The lights are low. In the center of the stage, a man is preachin’. One by one, he’s bringin’ up parishioners with one, simple question: “What is your favorite verse?”

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Oct 30, 2017

How communication is spelled to your man (hint: it’s a three-letter word)

FacebookTwitterGoogle+DiggPinterestBlogger This morning, I want to speak a quick, encouraging word to the one of you-all who’s struggling with sex. Yup, I said it. So buckle up. If there is

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