Rhonda’s Blog

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Nov 07, 2022

Super Bowl should end with x’s, o’s, and apologies

By the time this column goes to print, that annual festival of the pigskin known as the Super Bowl will have concluded. Every year, millions of us gather in living

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Oct 28, 2022

How to Begin Healing From Trauma

I’m sharing this video again today by reader request. I am passionate about this topic because of my own healing journey. Trauma is like a medical condition. Until you know

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Oct 27, 2022

Why I don’t fear missing out on God’s will

I’m writing today to set to rest a fear that many Christians seem to have; that being, “I’m scared I’m going to miss what God has planned for my life.”

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Oct 25, 2022

You don’t have to go fishing (you can let them go)

It came to me on the heels of a big mistake. For months, I’d suffered from brain fog, my short-term memory just shot to the hot place. “But I told

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Oct 20, 2022

Why you don’t always have to look for God (and what you can do instead)

On my way out the lane today, I stopped. These moments are so fleeting that the heart longs to capture them. To hold them in one’s hands, turning them ’round

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Oct 14, 2022

Running the Last One In

Behind me, trails wind like grosgrain ribbons through the woods and over open expanses of grass. The thundering herd has passed by and, with it, the last of our four

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Sep 20, 2022

Mother lode or mother load

It was a conversation at an ice cream shop that sparked it. There we were in the long, long line that snaked up and back, the aroma of waffle cones

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Jun 29, 2022

The cure for control

Dear fearful one, You came to my mind today while I was sipping my coffee, and I knew what I needed to say. Perhaps I knew for I have been

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Jun 07, 2022

Great “toilet versus floor” debate wrings mom dry

Sitting by a pool at a campground, my phone rings. It’s the house, so I pick it up. “Hello?” “Mom!” Every call from my second son begins this way. “Mom!”

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May 26, 2022

From Indiana to Texas with love

Glancing out the window into the gathering dusk, it catches my eye. Just beneath the outdoor light, I see the star we hang every summer, imprinted with the American flag.

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