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Slow sinking grace

Slow sinking grace

As a girl in Hot Springs, Arkansas, I found myself wading in Lake Hamilton—not exactly swimming, since I never really mastered the art of water ballet. Instead, I was a six-yearold with two left feet and lacked swimming skills.

Good news for the weary

Good news for the weary

Some of you woke up this morning carrying a heaviness you didn’t sign up for. Maybe it’s the worry that clings like a shadow, doubt that gnaws at your faith, or sadness that won’t shake loose. Perhaps sickness has become too familiar, wrapping around your days like an unwelcome guest. Possibly, heartbreak has knocked the wind out of you, leaving you gasping for hope.

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