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Life has many prosperous seasons. And there are down seasons – no harvest – as my buddy, Scott Sprunger might say. In such times, people might cling to a desperate hope and remembrances of those more abundant times. They might be marked with regret as they spy upon the very top of a tree…

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When I wrote the poem, That Rock, I was drawing upon the two verses that appear below. They both offer a great foundation (pun intended) for how to live in continual recognition that I am nothing without the mercies and grace of God. And a man shall be . . . as the shadow…

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It’s confession time, but I hope it helps you, so it’s worth it. I sometimes – maybe often – struggle to maintain hope throughout daily life. Struggles mount as mistakes are happening, ideas are getting shot down, money grows tighter, and personal time gets in high demand among life’s trials. We could also throw…