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Sunday Still: God’s Love is a Fuel

Sunday Still: God’s Love is a Fuel

“Without the love of God infusing our lives, it is impossible to truly love others. God’s love is the fuel for our love, and we burn brighter when we’re filled up with the reality of that love.” –Margaret Feinberg, Pursuing God’s Love: Stories from the Book of Genesis...

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When Love Goes Right

One of my favorite pastimes is people watching. Whether I’m in an airport or on a park bench. I love watching people interact with each other. Whether it’s the old married couple shuffling down the street hand in hand, a group of friends window shopping, or a pack of...

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How You Can Help

The last few weeks have been a blur of hospital visits and diagnostic tests as well as sleepless nights and anxiety. But can I tell you…. God has been so good, so faithful, so utterly amazing. Of all the days that the news of the cancer could have arrived, I received...

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The Greatest Love Story: The Bible

“Whether it’s Eve facing off with a serpent in the garden or Noah staying afloat on the ark, the Bible is full of adventure. The pages are also laced with drama in stories such as Sarah vying with Hagar or the competition between Leah and Rachel. And there are stories...

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Thank You! Thank you! Thank you!

From the bottom of my heart, Thank you. Your outpouring of support and prayer overwhelms me and leaves me wonderstruck. I wish I had the ability to respond to each of you individually. We are so blessed by our dear family and friends who have given us space to process...

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A Note to Our Tribe: Battling Cancer

On July 8, I received the phone call everyone fears. It’s still a blur. Carcinoma. Surgeon. Right away. A month earlier I found a lump in my breast. I scheduled a mammogram and informed the radiologist of my discovery. Two weeks later, the mammogram came back clean....

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You’re Invited to a Life of Faith

Growing up, I remember strangers coming up to me and saying, “Oh, you’re Marjane’s daughter” or “You’re Bill Feinberg’s daughter.” One day, when I was around 10 or 11, I remember someone approaching my mom and saying, “Oh, you’re Margaret’s mom.” It was a subtle but...

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