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The Privileged Life: The Spiritual Side of Dieting…and What Works for Me
“And having food and clothing, with these we shall be content.” (1 Timothy 6:8) My brother David once quipped that keeping weight down is like holding a basketball under water…the minute you let go, whoosh! Up it rockets. That applies directly to me, and maybe you can relate. I have the metabolism of a snake—I can eat…
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The Privileged Life: Six Ways to Chase Away Summertime Blues
“Happy is he who has the God of Jacob for his help, whose hope is in the Lord his God….” (Psalm 146:5) I love everything blue. Blueberries. Flow-blue china. Blue-painted walls. Bluegrass music. Bluebirds. Blue toile fabric. Cobalt blue glass. Blue Ridge Mountains. Blue jeans. Blue fingernail polish. Periwinkle blue is my favorite shade—same as the fragile “blue sailor” wildflowers that are particularly fetching right now alongside…
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The Privileged Life: An Invitation to Celebrate…with Prayer
“…A time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance….” (Ecclesiastes 3:4) Today, July 4, is Independence Day in the United States. It’s our big nationwide birthday party, traditionally spent with family and friends, fireworks and music, grilling out hot dogs and hamburgers, shooting off firecrackers, wearing red-white-and-blue, and…
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The Privileged Life: To Rise on Eagles’ Wings
“As an eagle stirs up its nest, hovers over its young, spreading out its wings, taking them up, carrying them on its wings, so the Lord alone led him….” (Deuteronomy 32:11-12a) The first time I ever saw a bald eagle in the wild, its effect was mesmerizing. My husband and I wound up years ago with an unexpected January day off, and…
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The Privileged Life: On Aging Gracefully…with Love
“Now also when I am old and grayheaded, O God, do not forsake me, until I declare Your strength to this generation, Your power to everyone who is to come.” (Psalm 71:18) When my cousin’s mother developed Alzheimer’s many years ago and lost her self-awareness, she would gaze into the mirrors on her walls and say, “Who is that old woman following me…
Nancy C. Williams 