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Unburdening the soul through grief (Part 2)
In the first part of this three-part series, I talked about how God has equipped us with the ability to grieve as …
Bonner County History - Feb. 4, 2020
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Bonner County History - Feb. 2, 2020
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Winter adds to joy of bird feeding, watching
The only saving grace of this horrid, nasty constricting and restricting winter has been the joy of feeding and watching the antics of the bird population at m…
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Winter adds to joy of bird feeding, watching
The only saving grace of this horrid, nasty constricting and restricting winter has been the joy of feeding and watching the antics of the bird population at m…
We are called to be disciples of Christ
As Christians we are called to be disciples (followers) of Christ. But what does it mean to be a disciple?
Libraries provide all of the magazines with none of the clutter
Every year of my adult life until about 8 years ago, I would receive a surprise letter in the mail announcing a renewal or new magazine subscription that had been taken out in my name. It was my mom.
Libraries provide all of the magazines with none of the clutter
Every year of my adult life until about 8 years ago, I would receive a surprise letter in the mail announcing a renewal or new magazine subscription that had been taken out in my name. It was my mom.
We are called to be disciples of Christ
As Christians we are called to be disciples (followers) of Christ. But what does it mean to be a disciple?
Groundhog predicts lots more winter entertainment
SANDPOINT – What happened to January?
Bonner County History - Jan. 26, 2020
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Groundhog predicts lots more winter entertainment
SANDPOINT – What happened to January?
Mourning the loss of all lost in tragedy
When I lived in Pasadena, California, in a retirement community caring for my elderly aunt I met Bonnie — somewhere in her 80s. She’d worked as a nurse overseas in medical missions. One day she told me a story.