The Valley of the Shadow is quiet and still, with no breath of wind and no bright and shining sun to illuminate that dim pathway that draws us onward. It is always twilight here. The shadows fall deep, distorting our images as we cautiously make our way toward the western horizon. All is spoken in whispers, knowing that careless words hold the power to cause the cloaks of courage that we wrap ourselves in to fall from our shoulders. There is ...
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It began on an ordinary day in 1989. A fleeting thought, like an arrow, shot its way into my consciousness. It was the dreadful truth that one day my mother would die. “What an awful thing to think!” I reprimanded myself. But the arrow would not depart so easily. Looking back, I think it must have been the Lord preparing me to face what would lie ahead. The following year, after months of pain and hundreds of dollars spent on acupuncture and chiropractic care, my mother finally ...
Updated 04-11-2010 at 08:26 PM by Jeri Turner
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