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“Lay up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where neither moth nor rust destroys and where thieves do not break in and steal.  For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also.” (Matthew 6:20-21) By definition, treasures are anything that we value, cherish, or prize. They’re typically associated with money, but technically speaking anything could…

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As we consider how to prioritize seeking first the kingdom of God in the craziness of the holiday season, it is important to identify what keeps us from doing so. Since I have a large spattering of random things that seem to keep me from seeking God’s kingdom first, I’ve tried to narrow it down…

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I have this uncanny ability for remembering important dates. Unfortunately, what my brain registers as “important” has virtually nothing to do with history and everything to do with my personal history. I remember all of the days—first dates, breakups, birthdays. Considering all the things that could be remembered (namely math, history, bible verses) this one…

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It’s that time of year when the duality of the inner self comes to the surface to see who’s really boss. The type A and the Type B sides, the task-oriented and the people-oriented sides, the inner Martha and the inner Mary. We all strive to be Marys, but about this time each year the…

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I turn thirty in exactly one month and I still have a thing or two on my “30 before 30” list. On my 29th birthday Ben asked me what I wanted to accomplish before I turned 30. While there were a series of little things the one big, lingering item was to have a completed…

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My first married Thanksgiving was a domestic catastrophe that I may never fully recover from. I attempted to make my first apple pie. Rather than stick to a traditional lattice, or heaven forbid a normal pie top, I decided to display my creativity with cut out dough leaves Because I was new to the fam…

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