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  • Arms Made of Yarn

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    icon On March 03, 2014
    woman knitting

    Whenever I read the story about the sheep and the goats in Matthew 25, I always whisper a prayer that I will be a wooly sheep and not a disgruntled goat.  Sometimes people read this and then they scamper away spending their lives trying to earn their way to heaven…

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  • Remembering a Special Time in Tucson

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    MikeBirrer

    In the spring of 2007, something special happened in Tucson, AZ. It started in 2006, when a young man named Robert Park came on the scene. There had never been anyone like him before, and there hasn't been anyone like him since. He was a believer in the power of…

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  • When To Spit

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    icon On February 02, 2014
    Laodicea Ruins

    My husband Ned and I are hosting a Bible study at our home and we are studying the book of Revelation.  It has been wonderful for each person brings so much knowledge to the table.  We have met four times and we are still in our study of the seven…

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  • That Little Voice

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    Tucson City Wide Worship Night

    Last week my husband Ned and my friend Bon joined me and hundreds of other Christians around the city for the first “Citywide Worship and Prayer Night” at the Fox Theatre in downtown Tucson. It was presented by 4Tucson, City Psalms Tucson and K-Love radio. It was incredible. There were…

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  • When Things Get Connected

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    icon On December 12, 2013
    Winter Haven Testimony tubes

    Years ago I asked God why He was allowing me to meet so many  people. This past year I have seen some answers. For example, this Christmas I felt led to be involved again in an outreach we have going at a house during the Winter Haven Festival of Lights. Some…

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  • The Tiny Immigrant

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    icon On December 12, 2013
    Praying Hands

    The tiny bundle was the smallest immigrant I had ever seen.  She arrived from heaven with a lusty yell, all four pounds of her.  Her name was Kate, named after her grandmother.  She was so beautiful and holding her and kissing her tiny fingers,I expected her to break.  We each…

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