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Written by Anna Frenette
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Wednesday, March 03, 2010 |
There are only a few people in my life where I've actually seen love in their eyes. I mean, real love, the kind where I want to cry because it almost feels tangible. The kind of love that makes the eyes dance when they stare and shed tears when they blink.
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Written by Matthew Snyder
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Wednesday, February 24, 2010 |
I have some pretty incredible friends. In fact, I think I underestimate them a lot of the time because I don’t expect much of myself so, naturally, I find no reason to expect too much of them. But then there are those times that I’m floored by what occurs when we’re together and I marvel at the ability God has given us to be His hands and feet when He needs people to be His hands and feet the most.
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Written by Chelsea Buhrman
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Wednesday, December 30, 2009 |
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I climbed somewhat frantically over a large pile of white rocks, and almost slipped as they gave way under my adrenaline-propelled feet. The Monday morning rush hour sped by on the freeway directly above me. A deep breath. Sweat was beading on my forehead. Where was Kathy?
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Written by Danielle Mayfield
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Wednesday, December 23, 2009 |
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Unbeknownst to me, my views toward poverty were formed mainly from the media and by living and breathing the majority lifestyle in America. I grew up regaling friends of my "poor" childhood: we only got clothes from thrift stores, we only ate out on (very) special occasions, we rarely owned houses and moved around every couple of years. I thought I had a good grasp of what it meant to do without, and was grateful for when it didn't have to be like that anymore.
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Written by Andrew Schwab
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Wednesday, December 09, 2009 |
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My stomach is
empty, as is my fridge. It is very much time to make a trip to the
grocery store. I grab my wife, wallet and keys, and fly out the front
door.
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