Tag Archives: Friendship

Carried

Posted on August 26, 2022 by Esther Hizsa

Just then some men came carrying a paralyzed man on a stretcher. They were trying to bring him in and lay him before Jesus, but, finding no way to bring him in because of the crowd, they went up on the … Continue reading →

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“Amen,” You Said

Posted on July 29, 2022 by Esther Hizsa

The good news is that everything is forgiven—everything.—Steve Garnaas-Holmes, “Erased” “Amen,” you said,and you believed it.You taught it,preached it,and blogged about it.“I can love myself just the way I am–warts and all–because that’s the way God loves me,”you said,and you … Continue reading →

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Fred Saves the Day

Posted on November 8, 2019 by Esther Hizsa

“I have my passport,” Fred said on Sunday night, “but I can’t find yours.” We were going to Bellingham, Washington the next day to pick up my books and have lunch with friends. We needed our passports to cross the … Continue reading →

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The Underside

Posted on January 5, 2018 by Esther Hizsa

Christmas Day jangled me into another dimension. I found myself on “the underside,” living in a parallel universe where survival meant the monsters (anything and everything that causes me stress) had to be contained. Not an easy few days for … Continue reading →

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