6 Lessons I Learned Moving From Darkness to Light

By: Julie Thompson Light and darkness – two extremes. Light creates heat, darkness brings cooler temperatures. Light creates a feeling of safety, darkness can bring on anxiety. Light enables community and relationships (we can see others around us), darkness encourages isolation. Light exposes the truth, darkness hides the truth. When...

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Revisiting Relationship Expectations

By: Christine Fishel I have a new friend whose mom passed away last year. “I miss her a lot,” my friend told me. “We were close.” She didn’t offer much more, and I imagined the two of them sitting on a pretty patio with glasses of wine, deep in intimate...

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Necklace or Noose

By: Cindy Stepanek We all have baggage from our past. We carry it around with us as if it were the family fortune. We hold it close and protect it from the light. One of my precious pieces of baggage is the need to make people laugh during serious situations....

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Accept the Gratitude

By: Judy Roll My mother loss was an emotional loss because of family illness or dramatic circumstances that kept my mom emotionally unavailable to me during several critical times while I was growing up. At the best of times, mom was a loving, giving mom who was unable to express...

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Tell Them What They’ve Done

By: Christine Fishel I made my friend cry. She’s tough as nails, so it caught me off guard. I had written a short note to tell her how she had impacted my life, a part of a larger gift from many women influenced by this amazing leader’s ministry. She told...

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Talk To Me

By: Kris Fisher My eleven year-old daughter and I spent a recent Sunday afternoon in a local laser tag facility. We were on opposing teams and so we hid from each other in dark corners, cramped down low to prevent our flashing vests from revealing our location as we waited...

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Mother’s Day

By: Cindy Stepanek Mother’s Day has always been a conundrum for me. Growing up, my relationship with my mom was always a bit on the story side. I wasn’t an easy child, and she wasn’t an easy mother. I never understood why a person would spend one day honoring a...

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The Women In My Mirror

By: Christine Fishel I am starting to look like my mom. I’m 47 years old, and I’ve never had much resemblance to my mother, so it is surprising to me that I am suddenly sharing some of her attributes. My new short hairstyle, exposing my grayness, lightens my coloring to...

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