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by Tiffany Nesbitt | Jul 30, 2015 | Beauty, Faith, Friendship, Identity, Streamroots Posts
Baby Steps She has no idea she’s beautiful. We’ve known each other for twenty years. Walks, meals, beach days. Heartaches, secrets, celebrations. Prayer. In the many seasons it’s looked different, but we’ve done life together and it’s been a joy. At some point... ![The Homecoming]()
by Tiffany Nesbitt | May 20, 2015 | Compassion, Faith, Healing, Love, Ministry, Missions, Servanthood, Streamroots Posts
The Homecoming His name was Jose. We had been trekking through the border town of Paso Canoas, a bustling hive of activity straddling the border of Costa Rica and Panama. Merchants avidly hawked their wares as travelers plunked down colones for electronics, dry goods,... ![Mighty in the Land]()
by Tiffany Nesbitt | May 7, 2015 | Death, Faith, Family, Inheritance, Legacy, Streamroots Posts
Mighty in the Land Legacy is never crafted by happenstance. The morning of my maternal grandmother’s funeral, my niece embraced me tight, sharing the news. In the stillness of the night hours, my paternal grandfather had also passed into glory. I had just ascended the... ![The Test]()
by Tiffany Nesbitt | Apr 23, 2015 | Courage, Faith, Fear, Healing, Hope, Inheritance, Streamroots Posts
The Test God’s timing is impeccable. I’m sitting in the airport, writing last week’s blog post. Waves of travelers blur past my line of vision, dragging wheeled cases which wobble precariously at breakneck speeds. Parents tug on their slow-moving progeny. Companions... ![The Same Power]()
by Tiffany Nesbitt | Apr 15, 2015 | Faith, Fear, Freedom, Inheritance, Streamroots Posts
The Same Power The warmth of April sun soaked our earnest conversation. Eyes squinting in the blaze of light, I could just make out the depth of pain splayed across her lovely face. A fresh onslaught of trials had hit this young one, and she was grappling for victory.... ![Holy Ground]()
by Tiffany Nesbitt | Apr 8, 2015 | Faith, Hope, Intercession, Streamroots Posts, Trust
Holy Ground Last week’s post generated some curiosity about “the Story.” This is it… It’s often the most ordinary of moments that become the framework for holy ground. Pulling into the early morning tangle of bedcovers, I nursed my ritual cup...
