Category: Rhonda’s Posts

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Sep 10, 2021

The lost boys

In the kitchen of my country home today, the windows are open. Feeling the cool breeze, smelling the fresh air, hearing the sounds of life on The Three, it all

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Sep 09, 2021

A light still remains

It’s a cold winter’s day. On the campus of Hillsdale College, the choir has gathered to practice in the gorgeous cathedral, Christ Chapel. He takes up his folder of music,

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Sep 09, 2021

Mustard-seed faith can move mountains

If there ever was a message my country is needing, it is this… As the mother of four boys, I am well acquainted with the need for prayer and the

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Sep 09, 2021

Dear Jonah’s Mom

Dear Mother of Jonah, We have never met, you and I, but I feel a certain kinship with you. Here’s why: we’ve both had running-away boys. You’ve never heard of

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Sep 09, 2021

No covering can stifle compassion

We’ve traveled to a distant city to meet some friends. After months of lockdowns and isolation, seeing them again is food for the soul and health to the bones. It’s

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Sep 09, 2021

Putting your eggs in one basket

Yesterday while we were walking, I was picking the expansive brain of the venerable Mr. Schrock. I’d posed a question to him about men who marry women that have suffered

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Sep 09, 2021

The beauty in you

Across the counter from me, she’s busy at her work. A new face, I’ve only seen her here a few times. She’s neatly dressed, neatly combed, and I cannot help

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Sep 09, 2021

A rope that’s called Hope

A quick word before I withdraw for the night. I was thinking today that I never, ever in a million years thought that I would be the mother of an

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Sep 09, 2021

The heart change we need

The news broke yesterday that the first federal agency is now mandating the shot. Over and over in so many sectors, free speech is being suppressed. The Dallas chapter of

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Sep 09, 2021

Please be kind to Alex

In a crowded mall food court, I take my seat. We’ve promised Chick-fil-A to our sons, and if we renege on this deal, we’ll have an insurrection on our hands.

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