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Meet my family...

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Meet my family. Many of you have heard me speak of them quite a bit, but have never met them. And we have sort of a confusing set up. Well, allow me to introduce you to those I hold most dear. I am beyond blessed.











                     The Seifert Sisters and our little brother...






                    My sisters, their men, and their kiddos...





Many people I know are suffering.  And my struggles seem quite small, in comparison. But pain is deep, their longings pure, but their faith stands firm, proving God's faithfulness in their examples to me. I wrote a piece, with them in mind. God is so good, in how He reminds us of His care, and brings about strength in the right moments, and through the right people.  As I think through the terrors some are facing, I see His glory, and thank Him for His presence with His children.

I dedicate this poem to some strong warriors who demonstrate spirit filled courage.

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A few words were spoken, and my world was broken. My heart was shattered like glass.
I couldn't sleep, couldn't eat Couldn't find tears to weep...
Hiding under a mask.
What do you say when you can't evenpray? When your faith takes flight soaring away? When the rock you're set upon, shifts feeling gone, and you're anything but okay?
Speechles…
Many people I know are suffering.  And my struggles seem quite small, in comparison. But pain is deep, their longings pure, but their faith stands firm, proving God's faithfulness in their examples to me. I wrote a piece, with them in mind. God is so good, in how He reminds us of His care, and brings about strength in the right moments, and through the right people.  As I think through the terrors some are facing, I see His glory, and thank Him for His presence with His children.

I dedicate this poem to some strong warriors who demonstrate spirit filled courage.

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A few words were spoken, and my world was broken. My heart was shattered like glass.
I couldn't sleep, couldn't eat Couldn't find tears to weep...
Hiding under a mask.
What do you say when you can't evenpray? When your faith takes flight soaring away? When the rock you're set upon, shifts feeling gone, and you're anything but okay?
Speechles…

A love/hate relationship

Elisabeth Elliot gets on my nerves. While standing in an aisle at the used book store last week, glancing through one of her finest pieces of work, one my dear friends, also named Christy, shuddered repeatedly. 
"Ugh," she replied as she read some of the book's quotes aloud. 
 "I know," I snapped, sounding irritated. "So annoying"...but so right on. 
I am sure we appeared like quite the brats to those browsing near by. We looked at one another with big eyes, cause we both knew our irritation came out of conviction. Elisabeth Elliot kicks our booties, and we hate it. 
The book we were both referring to was called "Discipline: The Glad Surrender." I own a copy of it, and hadn't read it in a few years. My friend Christy Robb, continued to make disgusted looks as she flipped through the pages, thus continuing with the statement..."I am buying it."  "It's a difficult read," I replied. "Difficult for our consciences.&q…