Category Archives: Alone

Alone and Lonely

I spent as much time with Kari as I could. I loved her so much but didn’t know how to show it. I didn’t know what to do with her so I took her to McDonalds.  We shared hamburgers, fries and a soda and she played in the playground. I saw forlorn dads doing the …

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Still a Long Way Off

The parable of the prodigal son was my story. I had a well-paying job I loved but had nothing else to fill my life. I wasted my money on physical things I thought would make me happy.  I only felt worse.  I hated being alone so I sought the company of other people who also …

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My Cheeks Are Wet With Joy

 Alone. I lie here in my room. A month. Now a year. How long, O Lord? Abandoned as one once loved. Separated by circumstances. Isolated and forgotten. A tear tendrils down my cheek. I hear one say. “I’d be crazy.” I reply. “Welcome to my world.” Satan hears my weakness. And takes just that moment. …

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Besetting Sins

After my baptism at age 28, I didn’t feel “saved.” Did I not get it? Am I still the same? What did I do wrong? Over time, I couldn’t break free from many of my sins. Each time I sinned, I confessed then I sinned again. I couldn’t stop the cycle. I didn’t understand why …

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Loss, Loneliness and Leaving

My family in the Bottoms 1974  I grew up in Meredosia, Illinois: Dosh—a small town of less than one thousand people. Dad sent Mom away when I was eleven. He was abusive and all my sisters and I had were each other. Our house burned to the ground that Christmas. A new house trailer replaced …

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Planting Seeds

Looking back over my life, I see God’s hand in every day, even before I knew Him. Though I had made a profession of faith in my twenty’s, I was far from Christ. I felt I was drowning in a sea of personal sin I didn’t dare share with my Christian friends. Fear of their …

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For One of the Least…

When I was eleven, my father drove away with my mother and one small suitcase. On his return, he said, “Girls, your mother has moved to California.” My three sisters and I thought we’d never see her again. The loss of my mother at such a young age left me feeling abandoned, rejected and unwanted. …

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Useful

Jesus called me to tell what He was doing in my spirit. He said, “Invest in Me. My word is truth. My yoke is light.” How can I express His greatness and power? The fire that burns in my belly? God’s call often sounds foolish to us. Noah built an ark before it had ever …

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Alone

Laying in my bed over the last year, I often felt alone and isolated, even separated from God. With my paralysis and the limited use of my arms and hands, I couldn’t hold a book and soon found myself watching TV and sleeping all day. Friends called and some visited. Many sent lovely cards with …

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Homesick

Several years ago I received a letter from my friend, Lynda. In it she spoke of her homesickness. She talked about her family in Chicago, her grandmother’s death, and her Church family in Kentucky. She got me to thinking about homesickness. I can’t count the number of moves I’ve made, and the people I’ve left …

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