Tag: women’s ministry

  • Pause and Ponder

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    Bethany Douglas
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    I wanted to catch a moment with just you, me, and a newborn baby this day. Just us. Together in a moment of time. There are probably children playing in the background, wrapping paper bits scattered about, smells of Christmas dinner wafting here and there. Or perhaps none of those- perhaps today is quiet or…

  • For Those Who Ache

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    Bethany Douglas
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    For Those Who Ache I imagine you feel like damaged goods. Like what little was there to start with is now irrevocably tarnished. So much so that you\’re not worthy of love or any goodness in life. People have started treating you differently- like your pain and wounds are just too much… too ugly… to…

  • Mind Your Soil

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    Bethany Douglas
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    Reading through Luke 8 today and the parable of the Sower I was struck anew by the visual of all the different kinds of ground that the seeds were scattered on. “A farmer went out to sow seeds for a harvest. As he scattered his seed, some of it fell on the hard pathway and…

  • You Are Loved

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    Bethany Douglas
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    I wanted to pause with you for just a moment today to tell you that I love you.We may have never met. We probably will never get the chance. For many, oceans separate us and miles of land stretch between our hearts. And yet you need to know today that you sister are precious. Your…

  • A Change of Scenery

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    Bethany Douglas
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    I’ve been doing a lot of gardening lately and my poor front bed has been begging for attention. It’s got several bushes that, although beautiful, were just planted helter-skelter thoughout the location; neither blossoming well nor growing as abundantly as they should. Don’t get me wrong, none of them are dying, none are not NOT…

  • Fabulous Footwear

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    Bethany Douglas
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    Lately my middle son is going through a shoe phase. Or I should say, a shoe LESS phase. Twice now we’ve loaded into the car, driven to our destination, gotten out… only to discover that the kid has no shoes on (insert the mom-face-palm here). This last weekend was especially painful, we were out of…

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