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Hands that Heal: Learning to Trust God

hands that heal. this is a foreign concept for me. when i first started my journey into my Christ-like life, i remember hearing stories of the power of our hands. i remember hearing how God would push his powers through us to heal those around us. i enjoyed this thought very much, but truthfully i’m not sure i ever believed it to be true. because if it was, then why hadn’t he healed me?

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Loving my own healing; Why I won’t apologize for my service animal anymore.

i’ve written about it before (read here), but i have a service animal. i’ve had sherlock for about 3 .5 years. initially i wasn’t too sure what to expect from him, but i knew what i wanted and i knew how i’d like to feel and be with him. over the years however, he’s morphed into something i’d never expected. he is one the biggest blessings in my life. and it is because of this, that the enemy focuses so much of his energy trying to destroy it.

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Finding Solace in the Unanswered Questions

the waves are crashing into the shore as i write this. sherlock, my dog, is laying on the bed, his face halfway in the warmth of the sun, watching the various kinds of birds taunt him as they sore through the wind. the sun feels nice, it’s been a chilly couple of days.

we’ve gone on another small road trip to the southern east coast of the united states. a welcome relief from the sub-zero temperatures in minnesota. even with the past two days in chilly charleston, south carolina we’re still better off here than back home.

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Where’s The Mercy: Finding Peace in the Midst of Trials

i’m standing with bare feet on a dirt road leading into a torn and abandoned village. there are thatched- roof houses still throwing flames up towards the sky, and smoke rising from fires that have been choked out. slowly inching forward, my feet are burning from the heat of the ground, yet my body is shivering from the cloudy sky above. There are empty bullet cartridges scattered everywhere, and arrows clinging to the buildings, smoke rising from their entry points.

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