Archive for June, 2015

Come Sit With Me

  “Come sit with me.” The night before Jesus was arrested that fateful  {or not so fateful} morning He went to the garden to pray. I’ve heard that story all my life. Isn’t it interesting He went there? Why not the synagogue. Why not His friend’s house? Why did He ask the disciples to wait for Him outside the garden?
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Walk Away

Things break. It’s probably pretty accurate to say we have all had that miserable experience of breaking something that was precious to us. Trying to rescue it before the inevitable happened yet the sound of it hitting the counter or floor confirmed our failed attempt. Like in a slow motion video – there was no stopping what gravity and my
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