Author: teanna2day
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the stupid daniel fast
The Daniel Fast is stupid. I know – we don’t criticize a fast being observed by thousands of Christians, but I am really annoyed. In fact, the Daniel Fast has grown into such a sudden global phenomenon, it might be dangerous to voice my criticism. That Daniel story has been happily hanging around Sunday School…
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give it away
My little slips of paper were huddled together, folded and shivering for a turn to reveal their message. Outside that warm cabin up on Bulgaria’s Vitosha mountain, there was a sunny crispness to the air and the satisfying crunch of iced snow. It was the sort of winter new that leads you to believe that there is hope for…
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balkan beautiful
It is a journey that many of you will never take. The bone crushing hours, the erratic driving, the diversity of languages and cultures become a challenge for the average tourist. All of this adventure meshes together in a wonderful array that is the Balkan Peninsula. On 10 November, 2014, we set out for a…
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a trip to Salzburg
A few photos from our room in Salzburg, Austria. We are here with friends to watch our daughter, Sophia, play in a volleyball tournament.
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women who go and tell
And so the story goes. It was a cold and weepy dawn when Mary came. The ancient word does not tell us if the sun rose in golden splendor during that hour, but the tears that Mary wept were enough to shadow the sun. And, I imagine her with that jar of spices that weighed more…
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balkan beauty
Amidst the goodnight chatter of JJ and Emma preparing for bed, the teeth brushing and the hugs, and the last minutes of coloring a picture crayon red, I post a photo of Sara and I smiling in the Zagreb sunshine. Jay writes ‘Balkan beauties’ in the tag line and my heart swells likes the bread…
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chestnut fire
Chestnuts roasting. It means that Autumn is here and winter is coming. Today, JJ found a precious treasure of chestnuts on the ground as we strolled the sunshine-filled, Zagreb streets. Like a golden treasure chest, unlocked and spilling over, he drew me to a park rich in chestnut fare. Who knew that sometimes chestnuts crack…
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unscripted
The last rays of summer have snuck into our autumn room, like a 3-year old who refuses to go to bed. We know that she should not be here, it is past her bedtime, but who can resist the temptation to laugh at her antics? I sit on our morning balcony, raise my face to…
teanna sunberg 