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Author: Melissa Schrock

Summer Heat

The heat of summer. Humidity rises and the air is thick. Breathing seems more difficult in these conditions. Sweat coats the body in a simple walk to the mail box. Summer is such an exciting season however not without its challenges and frustrations. That season when all is supposed to be well, right? Easy. But is it really?  Life. Life has its own seasons of summer heat and heavy air. Even when it seems all is right, all is good life can carry a weight as heavy as Missouri humidity.  Life is good.  The job you’ve worked for… The companion...

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Sweet or Sour

The first handful of blueberries you pop into your mouth. A juicy melon that makes your taste buds dance. The sound of biting into the perfect ear of corn…crunch. All winter we look forward to these days. As we walk the sad and bare aisle of the produce section we long for the fresh taste of summer. There is nothing quite like the summer harvest. My daughter and I went blueberry picking today. Her little hands were stained blue by the time we left. A blue beard also formed around her pink lips to match her hands.  Her voice squealed through...

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Metal doors, wood doors, barn doors, glass doors, sliding doors. The number of doors we see and walk through each day is endless. Doors bring us inside, outside. Doors lead into rooms, hallways and closets. Doors guide us through a building from top to bottom. Doors keep us out or let us in.  What is all this gibberish about doors? Well, every life has a door. Every heart has a door. Some of us have let many in. Others have chosen only a few. Some have opened their heart’s door to Jesus. Others maybe for a season and then sent Him...

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Living Out Our Roles

As we walk this journey of life our roles often change. We enter new seasons. Our feet touch unexplored territories. We work hard to keep things the same however it is inevitable. Life changes, our roles change.  Last week I noticed that despite the changes around me something deep inside has not changed. In the last four years, my roles have changed from not only daughter and sister but into wife and mother. These have been times of joy. Roles I have wanted and waited for.  Nevertheless, my old habits, my consistent ways of carrying my roles have not changed....

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Touch Another Hurting Soul

Yesterday was a day of remembering. Remembering the price many men and women have paid in service to our country. The sacrifice they gave.  As a civilian living day to day life, it can be difficult to grasp the deep significance of days like Memorial Day. We have not stood where soldiers have. We have not seen the breaking, the pain they have. We have not walked on blood-stained earth.  My grandpa was a WWII veteran. While his words were few about his days as a soldier his face told a story. Talking about the war gave his eyes a...

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