Author: Rhonda Schrock

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Oct 30, 2015

Jesus, the shining star on the canvas (or, lessons learned in a camp)

It was the first time we’d Skyped since they’d landed in Greece. After a 12-hour bus ride, a layover in Athens, more travel and then a ferry ride over, their

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Oct 27, 2015

“We’re all special needs”

It popped right on out. Sometimes it dawns, slow and steady as the sun. Other times, it bursts upon you as autumn rains and winds lash over one’s yard. And every once

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Oct 23, 2015

On a sea-lashed shore, Love awaits

FacebookTwitterGoogle+DiggPinterestBlogger It was just this Sunday last. After days of silence, he’d messaged me. The team, he said, had moved to another town, and wi-fi was a 45-minute walk. To

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Oct 19, 2015

To satan, “Your butt just got whipped”

Plain and simple. To my great delight, it pleased Him. Far from meting out condemnation or reproof, it seemed to me that He smiled. And stepped into my lab. Then came

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Oct 16, 2015

“Grounds for Insanity” and Praise

I’d told it before, how The Mister, he’d preach (“you should be writing!”). How I would resist with some snark and some sass. How all of a sudden, a door.

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Oct 15, 2015

Of birthrights and orphans and love shaped like cookies

The counter before me is covered. Running the count in my head (9 dozen, 10 dozen, and on to 11), I think it. “And isn’t it every kid’s birthright, this,

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Oct 09, 2015

Lessons for life found in running

Coming home one night from a three-mile walk, there he was, loping in a giant circle about our property. We stopped, watching, taking it in. For a second split in

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Oct 06, 2015

The War Room

All my life, I’d heard it. “We should pray.” All my life, they’d preached it. “You should pray.” In church. At Bible School. On the radio and everywhere, Christians would

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Oct 02, 2015

Change of colors, change of seasons, summer’s bounty

In the planter outside, there’s been an explosion. Small flowers and greens carefully tucked into their basket at summer’s beginning are now lush, big, delightful at summer’s end. Riotous, extravagant

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Sep 28, 2015

In His hands, we are safe and all’s well

He’s chosen to join us today. “I think I wanna come with you for third service.” That’s what he said on his way to Sunday School, so Daddy, he’s stopped

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