Holidays

Writing Letters to Jesus

Years ago I started something with my children that has now turned into a Christmas tradition. We write letters to Jesus. I started writing these letters out of a desire to give a gift to Jesus on Christmas. After all, it is HIS birthday. When my kids were too little to write, I wrote for…

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The Challenge

The Easter holiday has passed. If you’re like me, you may find this holiday doesn’t hold the meaning you feel it should. So often is the case for many holidays and events in the unequally yoked marriage. I recall a time when my youngest daughter was five years old. I’d picked her up from her…

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He Is Risen

Isaiah 53: 1 Who has believed our message and to whom has the arm of the Lord been revealed? 2 He grew up before him like a tender shoot, and like a root out of dry ground.                         He had no beauty or majesty…

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Meet & Greet

If you have time between the Easter preparations and traveling to visit family, make sure you visit some of our new and old members. This week I have a three part post on our traditional Christian Easter Seder (which we held last night and which gets better every year!) and lots of fun activities for…

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A New Spring Thing

Since I’ve had kids, I’ve been trying to make Easter more about Christ’s resurrection than the Easter Bunny. But in today’s materialistic society where retailers want to make money, it hasn’t been easy. Though we’ve technically never told our children the Easter Bunny, baskets of goodies were waiting for them after church, eggs were hidden…

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A Gift from Above

(c) Gina Conroy October 25, 1990 While asking the Lord what I should write for this Sunday, He reminded me of a Chritmas song I wrote over 15 years ago. Though you won’t be able to hear the tune over the internet, may the words reach down deep into your soul! A Gift From Above…

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We Remember

I was in my bedroom, half awake, not even dressed for the day. My baby was asleep in his crib so I flipped on the TV and there it was. The buildings on fire, the news commentators playing over and over again the planes flying into the towers. I sat in shock, not fully comprehending…

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