Had I gone home to Oregon? No, no, this was my bed in Southern California, where it almost never rains, and yet, there it was the sound of earth receiving much needed water, under the cover of darkness. I fell back to sleep. Sarah Schwartz, Graduate Assistant.

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Living my faith as I walk His path. The Real Issue is False Assurance. Growing up in independent Baptist circles.

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Rethinking Christianity in a post-Christian world. Enter your email address to follow this blog and receive notifications of new posts by email. Join 2,585 other followers. Words From a Wandering Follower. Culture, adventure, stillness.

At the intersection of gender and culture, the media, psychology, parenting and faith. My Other Blog on Gender. Learning to Call God Mother. Maybe you need to work on your God image, my spiritual director said. Have you given much thought to God as Mother? The candle between us glowed as a reminder of God with us, directing us. After all, both are ju.