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He is Risen

He is Risen, Alleluia! Hallelujah!

On this Easter week, Christians around the world will rejoice together,

He is Risen! He is Risen!

Our Redeemer, Jesus Christ, through the sacrifice of His own death and resurrection, has raised all believers to new life. This rebirth is Good News that is for every believer in Christ, both here on earth now, and forever on into eternity.  Christ’s redemption has freed us from our sins, “all are justified freely by His grace through the redemption that is in Christ Jesus” (Romans 3: 23) To be redeemed then, is to be forgiven, made holy, justified, free, adopted, and reconciled.

Christ made us in his image, which makes our hearts yearn with an inner longing, ever seeking this living, giving Source as our nourishment. The deep longings we have are springboards from which we grow into more and more intimacy with God, reviving, redeeming, and resurrecting our hearts, all the while awakening us to the wonder of God’s great provision. We cannot help but lift our hands and hearts in praise and shout together: Alleluia! Hallelujah! Praise the Lord with all our being for He alone is worthy to be praised.




Love Stories

Love Stories . . .

By Sharon Sheppard


Lately I’ve been thinking a lot about love.

I suppose it started around Valentine’s Day when lovers of all ages came out of the woodwork, and the media reported romantic accounts of lovers who met young, married someone else, then later, when widowed or divorced, found each other and fell in love all over again.

And there were heart-warming stories of extraordinarily long marriages, sacrificial love–the works.

On a personal level, Valentine’s Day tends to bring pangs of missing the only man I ever dated—the one I married young and would marry again in a minute, given the chance.  The one I lost after his extended battle with cancer—a rollercoaster of pain and hope: chemo, stem cell transplant, dialysis.

So I’ve recently been reflecting on many kinds of love—between parents and children, siblings, and dear friends.  I think about people donating their kidneys, sometimes to strangers.  I think about the response of those good-hearted police officers in California where some Girls Scouts were robbed at gunpoint while selling cookies outside a supermarket.  Local officers showed up and bought all the rest of their cookies and donated $1,000.

I cherish the memories of the warm and loving marriage my parents modeled as I was growing up.  My mother was in her fifties and a patient at the University Hospital in Minneapolis, where she struggled with serious health issues.  My dad had to work during the week, but he would drive down from Northern Minnesota to visit her on the weekends.

“When your dad walks into the room,” my mother said, “He makes the sun to shine.”

When my sister-in-law, Marlene Moser, was caring for her elderly parents, who were well into their nineties, she told me of going to their new assisted-living apartment to see how she could make them more comfortable.  She rearranged the furniture, placing a small table between their recliners so they would have a place to set their coffee cups while they watched TV.

But when Marlene returned for her next visit, the couple, who had been married 70-plus years, had rearranged the furniture to their own liking.

“We moved the table,” her mother said, “because it’s too hard for us to hold hands with that table between us.”

But as precious as these stories are, there is a love that far exceeds any other.

Lent began on March 1, and as I ponder Good Friday, yet to come, to be followed by Easter Sunday on April 16, my mind is awash with a different kind of love—the Greatest Love Story Ever Told.

The sacrifice of God’s only Son to atone for our sins was an act of love so immense that it stuns me.  And it was so willingly bestowed that I can’t begin to comprehend it.

Never were gift recipients so undeserving. 

Never has the cost of any sacrifice been this lavish. 

Never have the eternal consequences been more monumental.

“While we were yet sinners, Christ died for us!” Romans 5:8


I cherish this costly act of Love that made it possible for us sinners

(that’s ALL of us!) to have the chance to approach a holy God and take

Him up on His offer of salvation through faith.

This is the ultimate HOPE FOR THE JOURNEY.





The Case for Solitude

The Case for Solitude      By Sharon Sheppard

Now that I’m settled in the Pacific Northwest after a lifetime in Minnesota, one of the things I miss most is the gentle quietness that settles in after a snowstorm.  Six or eight inches of fresh snow leaves an enchanting cushion of welcome silence.

It’s a wonderful equalizer.  After a generous snowfall, everyone’s yard looks pristine.  Even the most unsightly mess is now artistically blanketed in white.  Roofs sport puffy mounds of sparkling white that transform even the humblest of homes into quaint-looking gingerbread houses.  And when we venture out, bundled in boots and mittens and parkas, we inhale the fresh, cold air and discover that the outside world has become a fairyland.

Something about this scene transports me from the present to the cozy northern Minnesota home of my childhood.  I can almost smell Mother’s beef stew, a favorite cold weather supper dish, bubbling on the old woodstove.  The stew is a smooth, creamy brown gravy—a tactile treat for the tongue–with chunks of savory beef, carrots, and potatoes.  The bowls are set out, and loaves of bread, hot from the oven, are cooling on the kitchen counter.

The dry heat from the wood-fired range comforts, and my stomach growls.  The trudging has made me hungry.  I cup the palms of my hands around the tips of frigid ears, where my hood hasn’t totally protected them from the sharp wind.

The fresh snow comes with tacit permission to hibernate.  After the stew has warmed us inside we move to the living room, where the barrel stove has been stoked to capacity so it throws rays of heat to comfort our outsides, and we feed our minds with books or crossword puzzles or sections of the Minneapolis Tribune.

The snow continues to fall.  Softly, silently the drifts grow taller.  We look out the window, and we know that tomorrow morning the radio will confirm that school buses won’t be running.

We have permission not to work.  A middle-of-the-week Sabbath.

Author Gladys Taber (1899-1980) said, “We need time to dream, time to remember, and time to reach the infinite.  Time to be.”

Mother Teresa said, “We need to find God, and He cannot be found in noise and restlessness.  God is the friend of silence.  See how nature—trees, flowers, grass—grows in silence…We need silence…”

Psychiatrist Thomas Szasz said, “Man cannot long survive without air, water, and sleep.  Next in importance comes food.  And close on its heels, solitude.”

And God said, “…the Lord is in his holy temple; let all the earth be silent before him.” (Hab. 2:30)    We don’t need a snowstorm to find quiet.  This year let’s resolve to seek a bit of solitude each day to meet with Him.




Thanksgiving – It’s Not About the Food

Practice Being Thankful.  It’s a good deal!

By Sharon Sheppard

As a freelance writer and former teacher of writing, I’m occasionally asked to help people write letters.  I’ve never been asked to do a love letter or a “Dear John” letter, but one of the most extraordinary letters I’ve helped with did have to do with the heart.  Not a valentine, but the kind of heart that pumps.

While my husband was at Mayo Clinic recovering from a stem cell transplant, I met Scott, a young man in his 30s who had just undergone a heart transplant.   I asked whether I could interview him and write his story, and he agreed.  After the interview, he said, “I need to write a thank you letter, and I don’t know what to say.  I mean, it’s such a huge gift, how do you say thanks for a heart?  I don’t know where to begin.”

The family who donated their teenager’s heart had declined to meet the recipient of this gift, but the thank you letter was required by Mayo, and they would deliver it to the family.  Scott came to me with a rough draft, which needed only a little tweaking.  It was sensitively written and filled with abundant gratitude, as he expressed how important it was to him to be able to live to help raise his two little boys.  He had been at death’s door, and only a donor heart could save his life.  In his letter he told the grieving parents of the donor that his goal was to get out of the hospital in time to walk his five-year-old son, Chase, to school for his first day of kindergarten.  It was the most genuine and profound thank you letter I’ve ever read.

Most of us will not be required to write a letter of that magnitude, but we are constantly showered with gifts:  air to breathe, food to eat, stunning scenery and natural wonders we often fail to give more than a passing glance.   Many of us take the Creator and His work for granted.

Not long ago Forbes Magazine published an article written by Amy Morin, in which she cited a number of scientifically proven benefits of gratitude—physical, emotional, and even social.  Studies show that people who practice gratitude have stronger immune systems, lower blood pressure, higher levels of optimism and happiness, fewer physical aches and pains, and feel less isolated.  That sounds like a pretty good deal to me.

There is a Donor who gave His life for you and me.  It was an amazing act of grace—incalculable in value.  It was the act that made it possible for us to be forgiven for our sins.  No medication or treatment or white-washing of our sins could make us whole.  He died so we could live.  If we offered only one prayer on Thanksgiving Day, it should be this:  Thank you, Jesus, for dying in my place!  I don’t deserve it, but I accept your Gift!

The Apostle Paul gave us this recipe for happiness.  It’s found in I Thessalonians 5:16-18:

Be joyful always; pray continually; give thanks in all circumstances, for this is God’s will for you in Christ Jesus.


Hope for the Journey


Hope for the Journey

The more I know God, the better I know myself. The more I know myself, the better I know God. It’s funny how that works. The willingness to expose myself before a loving God is scary, but as I trust God to love me in my darkest self I learn to love myself and live in my truest self.

The journey in seeing the false self is painful, yet God is right there, loving and encouraging me. The benefit of the journey in is living in the light! When I walk in this truth and face myself honestly in the presence of my Loving God I am transformed. The love of God transforms me. The unconditional love of God transforms all who expose themselves!

Hope is a beautiful thing!

Terri Johnson
Life Coach & Addiction Counselor


Finding Our Focus

Finding Our Focus


By Mary Z


We are being pulled in so many directions in our fast-paced lifestyle that it is easy to lose focus on what is really important to us.


We hear it all the time. These are the 3 or 10 or 15 ways to get focused.

  1. Keep an organized space
  2. Make a to-do list
  3. Take breaks often…and on and on.


I agree these are all good practices, but do we consistently do them? For most of us, “Life” seems to take over, our minds get scattered and we find ourselves reeling out of control once again.


Aristotle said, “It is wise to be up before daybreak, for such habits contribute to health, wealth, and wisdom.”


Benjamin Franklin turned this statement into a poem memorized by generations of schoolchildren: “Early to bed and early to rise, makes a man healthy, wealthy and wise.” I concur….we should be wise stewards of our time, however disturbing and stressful the days may be.


I’m no Aristotle or Benjamin Franklin, however I would like to suggest the three daily practices that work well for me to maintain my focus.


Wait on God

I redeem the time by rising early to get alone with God in the inner chamber of my heart. I do this by waiting on Him. It takes discipline to wait. Running ahead is more my pace…but God calls us to wait. In Isaiah 40:31 we read; “But those who wait on the Lord will find new strength. They will fly high on wings like eagles. They will run and not grow weary. They will walk and not faint.

In our waiting, we may perhaps want to ask, “Lord, How may I best serve you today? How can I make the most of every opportunity today?” Questions like these train our minds to wait, listen, and walk without fainting. These questions will also help us frame our days, which results in a more fulfilled life.


Listen more carefully

Have you heard the quote: “The biggest communication problem is we do not listen to understand, we listen to reply.”  Sorry to say I know only a handful of people who are truly great listeners, and they are the people I want to be around, because I feel heard and understood. So how do the rest of us train ourselves to really hear the voice of God and others?



I think this poem gives a clue:

In the holy hush of the early dawn

I hear a Voice,

“I am with you all the day, Claiming

Rejoice! Rejoice!”


As we plunge into the day, the practice of waiting and listening for God seems like wasted time, but is it? When we listen quietly with God before all the other voices of the day begin calling for us, we have a promise from Him in the book of Isaiah (30:21).  Whether you turn to the right or to the left, your ears will hear a voice behind you saying, “This is the way…walk in it.” Which leads me to my final point, how are we to walk.


Walk Circumspectly

God’s Word says to “walk circumspectly, not as fools but as wise.” (Ephesians 5:15). We seldom use the word “circumspectly” today, but maybe we should get it back into circulation. The word means “to watch or to see.” So the word “circumspectly” means to pay attention to the sphere of our life. To draw a circle around our steps and watch them carefully. The New International Version says, “Be very careful, then, how you live…not as unwise but as wise.”


We are to make the most of every opportunity, and be experts on time management. God has assigned each of us tasks to fulfill and He has work for us to do. If we waste the hours, we’ll leave the work unfinished. But if we walk circumspectly, we’ll redeem the time and complete the work.


There is a very “good word” in Proverbs 16 regarding our daily focus: “We are to make our plans, but hold them loosely, because God determines our steps.” (vs. 9, my paraphrase)


Mary Z.



When August Rolls Around

Meet the God Chicks—a wonderful group of women I have the privilege of teaching a couple of times a year.  (I’m the one in black in the front row at the right of the photo, next to my sister, Sharon Bass, in the gray blazer.)  Some of the women are holding “pillowcase dresses” that they sewed for little girls in Africa.


Hope for the Journey – By Mary Zigan

Feelings often change when August rolls around, as the lazy-hazy days of summer are almost over and it’s back to the routine. So my thought is…how does routine look for you? Are you heading back to school, closing up the cottage for the season, getting back into a schedule of things you do more consistently and consciously than you do the other months of the year?

Routine for me consists of being more aware to balance myself physically, emotionally, and spiritually, but not necessarily in that order. Indulge me to explain. I facilitate a group called God Chicks every spring and fall. This fall’s eight-week study is on the Holy Spirit’s function and purpose in our lives. The Holy Bible is our roadmap.  However, I have gleaned much from Watchman Nee’s study on the Holy Spirit through his search of Scripture.

Watchman Nee was a native of a province in Southern China. As a young man he proved himself to be a very intelligent and promising individual. He was consistently the top student in his classes, achieving an excellent academic record. He, of course, had many youthful dreams and plans for a successful career. Nevertheless, in 1920 at the age of seventeen, he came under the hearing of the gospel, and after some struggle, he received Christ as his Savior and Lord. Since then, the ministry of Watchman Nee has been one of the most significant and spiritual influences to emerge during the Twentieth Century. His labors had a profound effect upon the spreading of the gospel and the establishing of hundreds of local churches throughout Asia, while his many books and spoken messages have become a rich supply to believers throughout the world.

In Watchman Nee’s book, The Spiritual Man, I have gleaned a greater understanding of how important it is that the spirit within us is alive.  With the Holy Spirit before our physical (body) and soul (our emotions/personality), we can become fully alive. The Biblical new birth occurs in an area far deeper than human body and soul; it is where we receive God’s life through the Holy Spirit. The writer of Proverbs tells us that the lamp of the Lord searches the spirit of a man; it searches out his inmost being.” (20:27). Our spirit is used to communicate with the spiritual world, and the body with the natural world, so the soul stands between the two and exercises its power to discern and decide whether the spiritual or the natural world should reign.  In order for the spirit to govern, the soul must give its consent; otherwise the spirit is helpless to regulate the soul and the body. When our heart or spirit is filled with the Holy Spirit…we have truly come home to who we were created to be. Jesus doesn’t work on the old man or the old nature of sin within us. Instead, when we are born again, we become a whole new creation, the old nature is gone. When the Holy Spirit moves into our hearts, he pays off the mortgage of sin and builds us into a new structure that is unrecognizable to the uncleanness that once ruled within us. We are now “Under new maintenance”. Our home/body is the temple of the Holy Spirit. Our purpose is to partner with the Lord Jesus Christ in character, conduct, and conversation. How liberating!

Thanks be to God.  Amen!

~ Mary Z





What God Means to Me

Whether you’re blessed to be married or you’re single

(still or again…) , God wants to be more than a spouse could ever be to you.

         Here are some of the precious roles I’ve discovered since I lost my husband to cancer.   I’m not really alone!!!

What the triune God means to me

He is my . . .

A      Advocate  1 Jn. 2:1a-2  If anybody does sin, we have one who speaks to the Father in our defense—Jesus Christ, the Righteous One.  He is the atoning sacrifice for our sins…

B      Burdenbearer  Ps. 68:19 Praise be to the Lord, to God our Savior, who daily bears our burdens.

C      Counselor  Jn. 14:16 & 26  And I will ask the Father, and he will give you another Counselor to be with you forever…but the Counselor, the Holy Spirit, whom the Father will send in my name, will teach you all things.

D      Defender  Ps. 27:1  The Lord is my light and my salvation—The Lord is the stronghold of my life—of whom shall I be afraid?

E      Encourager  Rom. 15:5  May the God who gives endurance and encouragement give you a spirit of unity among yourselves as you follow Christ Jesus, so that with one heart and mouth you may glorify the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ.

F      Friend  Prov. 18:24…but there is a friend who sticks closer than a brother.

G      Guide Jn. 16:13  But when he, the Spirit of truth comes, he will guide you into all truth.

H      Husband  Isa. 54:5 For your Maker is your husband—the Lord Almighty is his name—the Holy One of Israel is your Redeemer; he is called the God of all the earth.

I       Immanuel   Mt. 1:23  The virgin will be with child and will give birth to a son, and they will call him Immanuel—which means, ‘God with us.’

J       Justifier   I Cor 6:11  But you were washed, you were sanctified, you were justified in the name of the Lord Jesus Christ and by the Spirit of our God.

K      King  1 Tim. 6:15b-16  God, the blessed and only Ruler, the King of kings and Lord of lords, who alone is immortal and who lives in unapproachable light, whom no one has seen or can see.  To him be honor and might forever.  Amen

L      Lover  Song of Songs   Jer. 31:3  I have loved you with an everlasting love.

M     Messiah   Jn. 4:25-26  The woman said, “I know that Messiah” (called Christ) “is coming.  When he comes, he will explain everything to us.”  Then Jesus declared, “I who speak to you am he.”

N      Name-above-all-Names  Phil. 2:9-11   Therefore God exalted him to the  highest place and gave him the name that is above every name, that at the name of Jesus every knee should bow…and every tongue confess that Jesus Christ is Lord, to the glory of God the Father.

O      Overcomer  Jn. 16:33  In the world you will have trouble.  But take heart!  I have overcome the world.

P      Protector   Jn. 17:11   Jesus said, “Holy Father, protect them by the power of your name—the name you gave me—so that they may be one as we are one.”

Q      Quietener  Zeph. 3:17  The Lord your God is with you, he is mighty to save.  He will take great delight in you, he will quiet you with his love, he will rejoice over you with singing.

R      Redeemer Eph. 1:7-8   In him we have redemption through his blood, the forgiveness of sins, in accordance with the riches of God’s grace that he lavished on us . . .

S      Savior  Ps. 89:26   You are my Father, my God, the Rock, my Savior.

T      Teacher  Jn. 14:26   But the Counselor, the Holy Spirit, whom the Father will send in my name, will teach you all things . . .

U      Upholder  Ps. 37:24 . . . though he stumble, he will not fall, for the Lord upholds him with his hand.

V      Vindicator  Rom. 8:31-34  If God is for us, who can be against us?  He who did not spare his own Son, but gave him up for us all—how will he not also, along with him, graciously give us all things?  Who will bring any charge against those whom God has chosen?  It is God who justifies.  Who is he that condemns?  Christ Jesus, who died… is at the right hand of God and is also interceding for us.

W     Way   Jn. 14:6   Jesus answered, “I am the way and the truth and the life.

X      Example   Jn. 13:15   I have set you an example that you should do as I have done for you….Now that you know these things, you will be blessed if you do them.

Y      Yoke-bearer  Mt. 11:28-30   Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest.  Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls.  For my yoke is easy and my burden is light.

Z      Zenith  Ps. 8:1ff  O Lord, our Lord, how majestic is your name in all the earth! You have set your glory above the heavens….When I consider your heavens, the work of your fingers, the moon and the stars which you have set in place, what is man that you are mindful of him, the son of man that you care for him?  O Lord, our Lord, how majestic is your name in all the earth!


~ © 2016, Sharon Sheppard

Words of Inspiration

Words of Inspiration for the Month of May

From the world’s all-time best seller:  The Holy Bible

MAY the Lord bless and protect you; MAY the Lord’s face radiate with joy because of you; MAY he be gracious to you, show you his favor, and give you his peace.    (A blessing from The Living Bible, Numbers 6:24-26)



A Winter Thaw

Hope for the Journey:



A Winter Thaw is an excerpt from my book An Upside-Down Heart.  This is a chapter of hope and transformation. I looked up the word transformation on my dictionary to get a more complete overview of its meaning. A qualitative change, the conversion of one, complete change in character or condition, and the act of changing in form or shape or appearance. Let me hear your journey of transformation. I can be reached at:


Chapter 20 – A Winter Thaw

By Mary Zigan

Out of the blue one day Don said, “Hon, what do you think.  Should we scale down?”

We had been empty-nesters for quite some time and were ready for a townhome.  We enjoyed going to open houses on Sunday afternoons, checking out the northwest suburbs of the Twin Cities, but it didn’t take long to see that the homes were totally out of our price range.  One day my son, Randy, now back working in the area said, “Ma, find a lot and I’ll build a house for you and Don.”

My sister Sharon, who lives in Cambridge, sold real estate at the time, and found us a lot within the city limits of that small town of 5,000 residents.  Randy came to look at the lot and gave his approval.  He and Jill were expecting our granddaughter at the time, and with construction in the dead of winter being slow-to-nothing, Randy was happy to have the work.

As a designer, I was excited to think about executing the plans for a brand-new home.  My mind danced with creative possibilities, yet there was reservation.

Randy and his father, Waldo, worked together in construction.  If we hired Randy, we knew his father would be a part of the building project.  This would be the first time since our divorce that I would be working close-range with him.

When I saw Waldo at gatherings for birthdays and events relating to our kids, I would be courteous.  But was I ready for this much togetherness?  The day our divorce was final, Waldo and I had met for coffee.  I told him I didn’t believe in divorce, but we both agreed the relationship was over. Yet twenty years later we would be working together.

I wanted to manage the day-to-day decisions on our home both inside and out, and I did.  Construction began in November of 1993 and was completed in January of 1994.   The winter became historic as the fifth coldest on record in Minnesota.  The temperatures remained bitterly cold during the entire building project. Waldo, Randy, Don, and I would typically go to town for lunch during the three month process of building and have soup together.  It became clear that it was more than soup for the body; the fellowship was warming our souls, and especially my soul. Old resentments, like icicles in a winter thaw, were melting away.  To my surprise, our working relationship had become amicable.

Move-in day on South Vine Street the thermometer dipped to 38 degrees below zero.  There was no standing around.

As the months rolled along, I loved purchasing furnishings for the interior of our brand-new home, but was wrestling with the question of whether this was really a place where I belonged.  Could I survive in this small town with no Kohls, no Target, no Walmart?   Not even a Goodwill store.

Don and I kept one foot in the City for a while by driving to Arden Hills every Sunday morning to the church we had attended for ten years.  We were both reluctant to sever all ties to the Twin Cities.

It took me a while to find my niche in Cambridge.  I’m not the coffee-klatch-ing type, and I’m not good at small talk.  I longed for conversations with the locals, where I would get to know my new community and what mattered to the people who lived there. However, bondage from my past continued to nag at me. As much as I longed for new relationships, the lie that I was defective often hampered that from happening.

Bondage does not respond to common sense, logic, or clear thinking.  AA would call this “insanity,” which they define as “continuing to do the same things over and over and expecting a different outcome.”

I knew the pattern of running back to my closest friend, food, just reinforced the lie ‘See how defective you are’ and would keep me from really engaging in life.

I was in a new town, but could I start new?

Release came one night in my restlessness.  I clearly heard in my spirit, “You have the characteristics, training, and availability I need to touch others.  There is a place for you in the world that only you can fill.  Accept this truth by faith, Mary.  You are not forgotten or left behind.” 

I could hardly believe what I was hearing, because I had been feeling so displaced.  Yet I was profoundly encouraged by this message and tucked the treasured promise deep within my heart.

Matt and Julie Woodley had just moved into our neighborhood.  Matt was the pastor of Cambridge United Methodist Church (CUMC) and wanted to get to know his neighbors.   After a couple of visits to our home, he invited us to visit CUMC, and we did.   We were encouraged when he said, “I don’t know if CUMC is for you, but what I do know is that you could be a catalyst for worship renewal if you came.”

This excited me!  The drive to the City for church every Sunday was getting old.  So we became members, and we realized it was a good fit for us.

Another unexpected surprise about living in Cambridge sneaked up on me when I learned that pastors and lay leaders in various churches in the community were embracing the Freedom in Christ material.  Dr. Neil T. Anderson had written two books called Victory over the Darkness and The Bondage Breaker, both of which I had read with great eagerness.  I had a yearning to be part of a ministry that could help me gain my freedom as a Christian.

Freedom is an interesting word.  There are freedoms from.  I wanted freedom from anger and bitterness.  And there are freedoms to.  I wanted freedom to love and forgive.

Going through “The Seven Steps of Freedom in Christ” in an appointment with two kind women was something I looked forward to. I went through the material twice, because deception and negative thoughts kept going through my mind.  I would ask myself, “How can I get free by just saying these words?  I was to learn that these were not just words, they were declarations of Truth. I learned that my identity is not based on what has happened to me in the past, or what other people think of me, or what will happen to me in the future.

Most changes in perception are gradual, as they were for Don and me. Most of us grow to embrace an idea, a person, or new concept over a period of time. But Don and I were diligent and kept reading the Freedom in Christ materials, particularly the step on forgiveness.  Neither of us wanted to hold onto bitterness and un-forgiveness from our past. My heart was turning, and Cambridge became a marking place for both Don and me. We once and for all claimed our new identity in Christ and laid down our regrets and past pain.

Freedom to forgive is a wonderful thing!

An excerpt from Dr. Neil T. Anderson’s book, Helping Others Find Freedom in Christ makes this truth very clear:

Because human life is lived according to what we believe, this essential truth of who we are in Christ is tremendously important. Our attitudes, responses and reactions to the circumstances of life are determined by our conscious or subconscious self-perceptions. No one can consistently behave in a way that is inconsistent with how he perceives himself to be.

This truth was beginning to turn my heart right-side up.