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Empty the Drawers
I grew up in a home where when things broke, they stayed broken. We didn’t fix them. We worked around them. We learned how to live without. It wasn’t so much a mindset problem—it was a money problem. And over time, it became both. And without realizing it, I carried that way of thinking— living—… Continue reading
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And Then There Was Sunday!
Sunday broke the deafening silence of Saturday. Not just that Saturday, but all of my silent Satidays of the soul. Yours, too. Sunday’s light shined into the darkness. Not just the darkness of the tomb, but all of my darkness since. Yours, too. Sunday morning changed mourning into joy. Not just for Jesus’ first followers,… Continue reading
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The Silence of Saturday
On Saturday, the priests and Pharisees approached Pilate. “Sir, we remember that while this deceiver was still alive he said, ‘After three days I will rise again.’ 64 So give orders that the tomb be made secure until the third day. Otherwise, his disciples may come, steal him, and tell the people, ‘He has been raised from the… Continue reading
Angi Aymond 