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Remembering Brendan (3/24/1990-3/12/2011)
He was a preteen when we met; daring and feisty with a true dislike for being told what to do. As challenging as he may have been in those years I was married to his father, there was an endearing soft side that emerged when others were in need or he was helping with his littlest sister. I can still remember his smile, the way he could do almost anything he set his mind to, and how excited he was to get his driver’s license on his sixteenth birthday. He was generally messy, enjoyed junk food far more than any person should and would argue about the silliest things, yet…
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When God Wakes You From a Dream
Life is interesting, the way one event kind of propels us into another. Sometimes we may wonder why we had to journey a particular course or why we were held up from a destiny we had always imagined, only to discover our life mysteriously comes together according to plan, even if it’s not really what we thought we wanted. This is where life had taken me, into a crash landing where I survived, but vacillated between discouragement and heartbreak. To make matters worse, that stent of my journey was a place I had been before, like a GPS gone haywire and sending me down the same stretch of highway over…
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Why Dreams are Important
In the book of Genesis, the Bible says man is made in the image of God. For many this concept is hard to comprehend. How are we made in the image of a supernatural being we can’t even see? If we consider what we know of God we may understand this better. We know God is creative. We know He is compassionate, yet just. We know He loves unconditionally and we know He is ultimately good. Of course this is not an all inclusive list, but these few are enough to see how His nature can be displayed in us. A more complicated attribute is that God is a triune…
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When God Speaks Through a Dream
Years ago I dreamt I was in a pool swimming under water. The dream was so vivid, I can still remember the pale legs around me and the crystalline blue water. As I was swimming I began to run out of air and no matter how hard I tried to swim to the surface, I couldn’t make it. As I neared the end of my breath, ready to collapse, I broke through the surface and sat straight up in bed. It was the only time I’ve ever woken from a dream like that, and after decades I still remember it. Even then I knew it was significant, but only in…
