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by Tiffany Nesbitt | Apr 30, 2015 | Community, Family, Motherhood, Streamroots Posts, Training, Vision
Into the Blue We had a good catch-up, she and I. Touching on the changes of the past six months, we compared notes. Highlights, triumphs, growth. Challenges, hurts, failures. As mothers, we shared the trajectories of our children’s lives and uncovered an uncanny... ![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... ![Over My Head]()
by Tiffany Nesbitt | Apr 1, 2015 | Faith, Joy, Streamroots Posts, Trust
Over My Head It’s time to lay it on the line. I’m absolutely crazy about Jesus. Today was Bible study day. It’s currently the one day a week on which I am privileged to join a sincere and priceless group of women from all denominations and walks of life who gather to... ![Heartache’s Antidote]()
by Tiffany Nesbitt | Mar 25, 2015 | Death, Hope, Redemption, Streamroots Posts, Suffering
Heartache’s Antidote Passion week is but days away, that week of all weeks. The week of remembrance. I’m seated in the center of the gathering, craning my neck to see the preacher man. He’s natty in suit and tie, appropriately dressed for a mourning. And...
