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I remember when my girls were little and they would come close, press in for affection, for security, or just to know that I was there.

Pursued and Tended by the Shepherd It was about a year ago that I took the picture of this lamb. The framed photo sits on my desk in my...

This is a season unlike any other—we know it and we feel it. Our rhythms have been disrupted: rhythms for worship, connection,...