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2 weeks ago |
familylife.com | Rosann Coulon
Go Back to All Father's Day Resources Throughout my childhood and early adulthood, I counted on my dad to be my rock. He was a pastor who consistently studied the Bible, introduced me to Jesus, fueled my desire to serve the Lord, and imparted unto me a love for the Scriptures. I was secure in his love and care. But in my thirties, my relationship with my dad shifted.
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1 month ago |
leavingawell.com | Rosann Coulon
Finally, brothers, whatever is true, whatever is honorable, whatever is just, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is commendable, if there is any excellence, if there is anything worthy of praise, think about these things. Philippians 4:8 ESVLife gets hard sometimes, doesn’t it? Daily we’re bombarded with catastrophic news reports, fluctuating prices, and political unrest. And that’s on top of what we’re facing in our personal lives. Uncertainty abounds.
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1 month ago |
leavingawell.com | Rosann Coulon
While they were talking and discussing together, Jesus himself drew near and went with them. But their eyes were kept from recognizing him. Luke 24:15-16 ESVTwo men, Jesus’ disciples, are walking down a dirt road leading into the town of Emmaus. They witnessed the death of Jesus on the cross three days ago, and they just heard that His body has disappeared from the tomb where He was buried.
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1 month ago |
leavingawell.com | Rosann Coulon
He said to me, “My grace is sufficient for you,for my power is made perfect in weakness.” therefore I will boast all the more gladly of my weaknesses, so that the power of Christ may rest upon me. 2 Corinthians 12:9 ESVGod never audibly said no to me. But on the day I turned forty years old, the hope that swelled in my heart to have children one day wouldn’t rise above the floor. Before that moment, I’d gripped expectation and pled with my whole heart for God to give me babies.
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2 months ago |
leavingawell.com | Rosann Coulon
“BEEP B-E-E-P!” Our family’s brown Toyota Corolla’s horn echoed off the walls of the rock-walled tunnel we zipped through in the Smoky Mountains. Daddy held his heavy hand down on the horn from the moment we entered the tunnel until our car popped into the sunshine on the other side. Belly laughs, and joyful squeals rang out from the back seat where I sat, squished between my brother and sister. Being the youngest child, I was always summoned to sit in the middle.
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