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Darlene Hight
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MorningHis Name is Near
By Darlene Hight

It had been a long hard winter for my soul. The wind whipped furiously, threatening to steal all warmth and extinguish the tiniest spark of hope. At times, I couldnít remember spring. I longed for the robins to return. Yet, the only birds that I saw, like me, had to break through the ice and snow; struggling just to meet their daily needs. It was dark but not dark enough to cover and give rest. Rather, it was a bleak, heavy, dusky time. The days hung low blocking the bright rays of sun. The world trapped in a frown. My heart cried "When?" as my eyes scanned the horizon.

How did I get through? Why did I face another day? My mind said, "Go back to bed itís Monday."

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By Debra L. M. Sparks

"For, lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone; The flowers appear on the earth; the time of the singing of birds is come, and the voice of the turtle-dove is heard in our land." (Song of Solomon 2:11-12 KJV)

The music resounded to the strains of Jesuí, Joy of Manís Desiring. She rounded the corner and entered the doorway that would lead her down the aisle to her waiting "prince". The room was awash in candlelight. He stood at the front of the long aisle, just before the flower-laden altar, surrounded by his attendants and hers.

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MomsFaith to Muster
By Mitzi Smith

As a child, I was given a clear locket with a mustard seed inside. The necklace was a gift from a friend and was clear so you could see the seed enclosed. I remember around the age of eight asking my mother the significance of the mustard seed. She said that if I even had faith as small as a mustard seed, then I could move mountains (Matthew 17:20).

That goal seemed easily attainable as a small child, but child-like faith is not so easy to come by as we grow in years and experience.

At the age of fifteen, while at a band training camp, I received some devastating news. My dad called to inform me that a Black Widow spider had bitten my mother and the doctors were not expecting her to live. The venom had attacked her respiratory system and heart as a result of an allergic reaction to the bite. For three days she was unaware that she was even alive.

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