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Search Results for: label/Walk%20with%20Him That’s what your mama had said — that it was the last day of January in the middle of a Canadian snowstorm. And all the farmers up and down the gravel roads had milked their cows in the morning and headed to the city’s Indoor Farm Show. And she had you, her ninth born, alone...  Who memorizes God in the age of Google? For a week, longer, I wake with these fears choking hard. Fears pushing me into the pit. And it comes while I struggle to get out of bed, comes early as the light pries back the dark, words we’ve been committing to heart — and I murmur...  I sort darks from the lights. Rifle through soul laundry. The swoop, the motion, the quiet aloneness, lending itself to the inner washing. Again, the return always to this: “It is written,” he said to them, ” ‘My house will be a house of prayer‘” (Luke 19:46). Christ dwells in the houses of prayer. I...  He lays his hand on my shoulder. Water drips from strands tousled and a rivulet runs down the small of my back. “I have no idea what to wear.” I’m paying him no mind, standing before the closet with my towel, mumbling words. Hangers clatter. “What you’re wearing is rather pretty.” His stubble finds the...  When we read this book , there’s this character that puts on her “habit.” A little hand here pats my shoulder and asks, “What’s a habit?” The amaryllis on the sill, it’s swelling in hope. And I tell Shalom this: a habit is something that is worn. She flickers recognition, nods, turns back to the... 
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