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Abigail Eagan
Seeking to be broken and given away...
Seeking to be broken and given away...

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Miracles still happen...

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"One can give without loving, but one cannot love without giving."
 ~ Amy Carmichael

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My Deliverer, the Prince
I sit…Crouched miserably against damp, cold stone walls. Shafts of dusty light filter in through the grated opening above my head. Dirty rats scurry around my feet fighting over the few dry crumbs left from my last meal…a small crust of bread. My hands and ...

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LOVE came down...
Light, exceeding brightness, streams from the glorious exalted throne. Golden arches reflect the shimmering ripples of the crystal river flowing peacefully between the trunks of the tree of life. The golden glistening grass upon the surrounding hills waves ...

The "W" in Christmas
Each December, I vowed to make Christmas a calm and peaceful experience.  
I had cut back on nonessential obligations - extensive card writing, endless baking, decorating, and even overspending.  
Yet still, I found myself exhausted, unable to appreciate the precious family moments, and of course, the true meaning of Christmas.  
My son, Nicholas, was in kindergarten that year. It was an exciting season for a six year old.  
For weeks, he'd been memorizing songs for his school's "Winter Pageant."  
I didn't have the heart to tell him I'd be working the night of the production. Unwilling to miss his shining moment, I spoke with his teacher. She assured me there'd be a dress rehearsal the morning of the presentation. All parents unable to attend that evening were welcome to come then.  
Fortunately, Nicholas seemed happy with the compromise.  
So, the morning of the dress rehearsal, I filed in ten minutes early, found a spot on the cafeteria floor and sat down. Around the room, I saw several other parents quietly scampering to their seats.  
As I waited, the students were led into the room. Each class, accompanied by their teacher, sat cross-legged on the floor. Then, each group, one by         one, rose to perform their song. 
Because the public school system had long stopped referring to the holiday as "Christmas," I didn't expect anything other than fun, commercial entertainment songs of reindeer, Santa Claus, snowflakes and good cheer.  
So, when my son's class rose to sing, "Christmas Love," I was slightly taken aback by its bold title.  
Nicholas was aglow, as were all of his classmates, adorned in fuzzy mittens, red sweaters, and bright snowcaps upon their heads.  
Those in the front row- center stage - held up large letters, one by one, to spell out the title of the song.   
As the class would sing "C is for Christmas," a child would hold up the letter C. 

Then, "H is for Happy," and on and on, until each child holding up his portion had presented the complete message, "Christmas Love."  
The performance was going smoothly, until suddenly, we noticed her; a small, quiet, girl in the front row holding the letter "M" upside 
down - totally unaware her letter "M" appeared as a "W".  
The audience of 1st through 6th graders snickered at this little one's mistake. But she had no idea they were laughing at her, so she stood tall, proudly holding her "W". 
Although many teachers tried to shush the children, the laughter continued until the last letter was raised, and we all saw it together.  
A hush came over the audience and eyes began to widen.  
In that instant, we understood the reason we were there, why we celebrated the holiday in the first place, why even in the chaos, there was a purpose for our festivities.
For when the last letter was held high, the message read loud and clear:
"C H R I S T W A S L O V E"  

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A Life Worth Living
What are you living for? What makes you get up in the morning? What gets you the most excited? Of what do you love to converse? Where do you find your thoughts drifting during the day? Who/what holds your deepest affections?  Be honest.  Most of us, myself ...

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I'll admit...I'm a Daddy's girl and being all the way across the continent has been hard. I miss our dates together...the hours spent building and remodeling. Fixing tractors and splitting wood. I miss our heart to heart talks and the times we would just sp...

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