Walking early last summer in the New York Botanical Gardens on a sunny Friday morning, I heard a woman behind me so overwhelmed by its early June beauty that she kept saying over and over to her ...
In Old Testament poetry, we find echoes of our deepest longings. Whenever Christmas rolls around, I get a little sad. I look back and am encouraged in the ways God worked in the past year, but also ...
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