August, 2015

When sitting’s the best way to fight

August 27, 2015 Rhonda Schrock Rhonda's Posts

The fog lies thick as I awaken. It hovers o’er The Three, blanketing fence rows, shrouding barns, twining misty fingers through green of branches. A hush, it lingers on the land… Morning has come. Rising, I head for the kitchen. With one, quick push of the button, hot, fresh coffee (that nectar of the gods) […]

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For the pestilence that stalks in the night, holy oil

August 26, 2015 Rhonda Schrock Rhonda's Posts

Oil of peace, oil of joy. That’s what we’re talking about, He and I, on this chilly, morning run. The sun, it’s hidden, but the Son, He’s rising, and the oil and the peace, they flow down… It was the footsteps that clued me in. It had happened again recently a couple of times, once […]

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What you need to believe about your prayers

August 24, 2015 Rhonda Schrock Rhonda's Posts

The morning sun has crested the barn. The mug is empty, my feet are back on the road, and Jesus, He’s teaching about prayer. “Even when you’re feeling weak, your prayers are still powerful and effective.” I’m striding along ‘neath skies of clear blue, and the Friend, He’s running there, too. “The Holy Spirit carries your […]

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Letters from a Friend: You’ve got My permission to be happy (just like that)

August 21, 2015 Rhonda Schrock Rhonda's Posts

He came home on the fifth day of the school year, sun shining down, on a day as bright as a penny. Snagging a blanket and his library book, he slipped outdoors onto Mama’s new swing and snuggled down, breezes blowing, to read… Dear friend, I’m sending you this letter because you’re on My mind. Perhaps […]

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Measure of love is a cup of cold water, a place at the table

August 19, 2015 Rhonda Schrock Rhonda's Posts

It’s raining. I’m standing at a cross-country course, and those brave, strong boys, they are running. Then, one who’s sitting out the race comes up. And he speaks. I look at him, front tooth all chipped with a family that’s chipped like that tooth. Him, too, brave and strong, and he’s not seen his mother in three […]

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Why “just trust God” doesn’t always work

August 17, 2015 Rhonda Schrock Rhonda's Posts

Sitting in morning’s sun, hands curled around mug, steam’s curling toward heaven like a prayer. And I’m thinking on fear… I’m running down our country road. To the left, fields of corn roll, tassel topped and green-vibrant. To the right, acres of beans, wet with dew, are kissed by sun’s rays slanting golden. Glorious summer. It’s […]

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For runners and those who love them, there’s hope

August 12, 2015 Rhonda Schrock Rhonda's Posts

Note: This “Grounds for Insanity” column ran in the 05/14/12 edition of The Goshen News. Tired? Discouraged? There’s hope, straight ahead. “When Someone You Love is Running.” That was the title of the piece that went up that day. And this is how it began. “It’s Wordless Wednesday here on the blog. Well, I thought […]

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