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by Tiffany Nesbitt | Jul 23, 2015 | Abundance, Celebration, Hope, Redemption, Restoration, Streamroots Posts
A Toast to Hope I don’t really care for wine. It’s one of those adult-ish things which I’ve never learned to like. I was raised in a family where it wasn’t served, both my parents having grown up in church cultures that declared alcohol of any... ![Common Threads]()
by Tiffany Nesbitt | Jul 16, 2015 | Family, Identity, Inheritance, Legacy, Streamroots Posts
Common Threads God delights in working through tribes, bands of folks who share a spiritual and oftentimes physical DNA. He demonstrated this idea thousands of years ago, taking those millions of wandering Israelites and grouping them into smaller camps identified by... ![Celebrating]()
by Tiffany Nesbitt | Jul 9, 2015 | Beauty, Celebration, Contentment, Motherhood, Streamroots Posts, Trust
Celebrating We hop on the trolley, faces bright with sunshine and sea vistas. She’s twenty-two today, my second born. Does that make me old or only her a bit older? It doesn’t matter; we’re celebrating. I watch closely as she glances carefree at the passing shops... ![Freedom’s Song]()
by Tiffany Nesbitt | Jul 1, 2015 | Celebration, Family, Forth of July, Freedom, History, Streamroots Posts
Freedom’s Song My country ‘tis of thee, sweet land of liberty, of thee I sing… The words fill the tight space of the Suburban closely packed with overstuffed luggage, dogeared books, treasured toys, two panting canines and four wriggling bodies. I turn to glance again... ![Looking Up]()
by Tiffany Nesbitt | Jun 25, 2015 | Busyness, Compassion, Love, Need, Streamroots Posts
Looking Up The bell sounded as I pushed open the door. A rush of refrigerated air perfumed by the chemical odor of new merchandise ushered me into the narrow shop. Appropriately alert, the sales clerk lifted her head and gave me her best “I’m so glad you’re here!”... ![Finding Healing]()
by Tiffany Nesbitt | Jun 18, 2015 | Goodness, Healing, Hope, Streamroots Posts, Suffering, Surrender
Finding Healing Three years back, I leaned against a small table as evening shadows silently spread. Eyes downcast, the woman facing me worked to find the bare-hearted words to convey her pain. Her voice caught on the anguish, controlled only through the regimen of...
