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Bella.  Gentle.  Innocent.  Only three years old.  Resolute! All she said when her daddy dropped her off at preschool today was, “My Mommy?”, and that started the flow.  Eventually, the tears subsided and just like everyday for the last four weeks, she refused to take off her not so little ...

It seems to me, other than personal suffering, waiting stretches one’s faith the most. I don’t enjoy inconvenience and long-suffering isn’t my cup of tea.  Am I the only one who stands in front of microwaves counting down seconds? C’mon. Confess (you know who you are). What about traffic lights? ...

We wait. In lines… In traffics… For news–good or bad… For the weather to change… To recover from illnesses… We wait, and wait, and wait some more. So, why do we insist that it be different when it comes to waiting on the response to our prayers? Waiting is inevitable, ...