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Faith Radio Writer's Contest

Faith Radio Writers Contest

The Faith Radio Writers Contest is open to all aspiring authors! We are now accepting submissions and votes! Winners will receive registration to the Northwestern Christian Writers Conference in St. Paul, MN and be guaranteed a one-on-one appointment with an acquisitions editor from Bethany House | Baker Publishing Group at the Conference.

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You Are Beautiful To Me

The devil does most of his work on us when we’re young and we spend the rest of our lives untying the knots. My day of reckoning occurred exactly one day after I wrote a note to God. It simply said: “Dear God, please show me the way you want me to go.” It was scratched on the bottom of a devotional in haste because it was morning, and I had obligations.…

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Daniel’s Boils

Daniel woke to a gray sky. I’m still here he though. Just then Gallagher snored. He’s still here too, thought Daniel. Daniel began examining his skin. He looked at his hands and feet. He felt under his shirt. Along his face and neck. He lifted his right pants leg, then the left. There was a bit of moisture and a tinge of pain on the outside…

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Seen. Heard. Loved.

Seen. Heard. Loved. One of the hardest truths to grasp is the extent to which we are cherished by God. We say prayers to “our Father,” yet walk in the world as orphans, hoping we’re doing enough to make Him glance in our direction and dispense a bit of favor on us. So many people I meet feel “less than,” unseen and unheard. We vie with each…

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Peaches

My story begins one summer day not long ago. It was a gorgeous day in Montana. The mountain tops were covered with pure white snow. The blue skies were crystal clear. The sun was shining bright, I could feel its warmth. The air was gentle and inviting. It was a good day for a play-date to the park with my Grandsons. As we were driving from…

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Late One October Night

Late One October Night by Sue Schaenzer It was late October, nearly Halloween day. She was driving, ever so slowly, out of town. The lights were few and darkness made it tough to see the road ahead. But she did notice distant headlights approaching, way down the lonely road. Almost reaching her turn on Easy Street, she noticed the bright…

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Seen. Heard. Loved.

One of the hardest truths to grasp is the extent to which we are cherished by God. We say prayers to “our Father,” yet walk in the world as orphans, hoping we’re doing enough to make Him glance in our direction and dispense a bit of favor on us. So many people I meet feel “less than,” unseen and unheard. We vie with each other for attention…

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Gathering Nuggets

We all have fears. Most of us have packed a few in a small suitcase to haul into adulthood. I have. One of my earliest childhood fears was of falling down steep inclines. At age three and a half I tripped and fell down a full flight of wooden stairs. To this day I carry that disturbing hazy memory of sobbing and shaking with fright when l fell.…

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There isn’t any ice cream

There isn’t any ice cream Saturdays should be slower than school days and have something special in them. At least that’s what I think. I remember some of the best days were ones that started early and unfolded themselves slowly, kind of like a cat stretching its length until even the toes on its feet flared out in one great stretch.…

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Martha and Me

I cringe every time I hear the story about Mary and Martha. The one in Luke’s (10:48-52) gospel where Mary is sitting at Jesus’s feet and Martha is bustling around getting the meal ready for Jesus and his disciples. The person telling the story invariably points out that it’s better for us to spend time sitting at the feet of Jesus, learning…

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Sarah Learns to Laugh

Sarah Learns to Laugh Why now, O Lord? She barely felt the hands bathing her, dressing her. A young serving girl fastened golden bracelets on her arm. “Mistress,” she said, “do not be sad for your brother Abraham. The king is pleased with your beauty and you will be honored and loved as his wife.” Sarah tried to smile. Here in the king…

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