Author: Rhonda Schrock

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Jul 15, 2016

Dear hurting girl, Your femininity’s not a curse, it’s a blessing, and there are godly men who know it

I am writing today to the woman in my path who’s in a real hurting place. I’m going to do what I’m learnin’ to do with hard, painful things, and

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Jul 13, 2016

For mothers, the stretch marks never stop

In my 26-1/2 years as a mother, I’ve learned that the stretch marks at birth are just the beginning. For the nine months that I carried them, my body, my

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Jul 10, 2016

In these divided states, One Light shines–blood’s red

Darkness falls across the land. In a city way down south, home of tacos and bighorns and ranchers and Stetsons, honest, working folks head for bed. And like that, a gun

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Jul 08, 2016

Why porn’s no longer a threat

Today, I’m going to step a bit outside my comfort zone and just talk plain about something that’s on my heart and mind. Pornography. If you’ve visited me here at

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Jul 06, 2016

When your complaining is hurtin’ your husband

It came to me in my quiet time today as The Friend and I were having coffee. And chattin’… A spring rain is comin’ down. In the garden, thirsty tomatoes

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Jul 04, 2016

“It’s our Independence Day, today and every day”

I’m waterin’ my flowers this morning. Bright and cheerful sun patiens march in an orderly line before the chicken coop. And just above them, colorful, patriotic bunting placed in time

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Jul 01, 2016

Some day in that Other Pasture, we’ll party

Dear Heidi, In the middle of my workday, your sweet, little face has come to mind. It was a horrid story ,really, the kind I would rather scroll past. Ignore.

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Jun 29, 2016

For comparison’s curse, the truth that frees–you are chosen

It slipped into the mailbox on a sunny summer’s day. I hadn’t pulled it out until last night. Mister and I, we’d just been out walking. I’d reached into the box,and there

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Jun 24, 2016

“To help folks get across,” for Heaven waits

These are the glorious, golden days of summer. The senior is off at camp again, this time as a counselor for littles. The sun breaks early just over the barn,

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Jun 22, 2016

Without love, clashing cymbals and clanging gongs

Today, my thoughts are traveling back in time to last summer. Our second son was in a flurry of preparation for his race of a lifetime, the World Race. With

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