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Wisdom has built her house. Proverbs 9:1   In a straight row, the three-year-olds sat side by side, hands in their laps. They wore identical uniforms of miniature navy cotton shirts, khaki shorts, and sandals. Their upturned faces and bright eyes focused on the singing man. He finished his song, and they continued to stare,…

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Do not despise prophesies. Thessalonians 5:20   Not all women were beautiful. The woman who raised her reminded Maya of this daily during her childhood. Mother frowned at Maya’s homely face, green eyes, auburn hair, and slender figure, while she forced her only child to study and develop her mind. “Your mind will take you…

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Do not forsake the law of your mother. Proverbs 1:8   2499 Disappointed but not surprised, Greer exited through the door marked NO and saw her mother’s hopeful face crumple in despair. Greer hadn’t been Chosen. The exam was harder than she’d expected, and who was she kidding, anyway? She hadn’t even studied. At all.…

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Take with you ten loaves, some cakes, and a jar of honey, and go to her; she will tell you what will become of the child. Kings 14:3   That boy grew up to be my father, a man I never met, born of a woman who sacrificed her life for him. And me. And…

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If it is a son, then you shall kill him; but if it is a daughter, then she shall live. Exodus 1:16   2485 “Push now, Ellianni. Now! You can do it, honey. Push,” her mother urged calmly while massaging warm oil on the insistent ache in Ellianni’s lower back, making circles in a slow…

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Perhaps he was just bitter about being face-to-face with his own end. Until his turn to die arrived, his turn to be put aside, he’d always accepted the Plan as equitable. In theory. Alex wrote: My Dear Successor, Heir to our Infinity Line: At the snail’s pace of change in our society, I am certain…

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The survivors will be scattered to the winds.  Ezekiel 17:21   Somehow, she slept deeply, exhausted, under bushes or in graveyards, always hidden, through the roar of helicopters, gunfire, and screams. She’d wake to a voice, a child crying, a dog barking. Rainfall. Or a smell, like smoke or feces. Loud noises never woke her.…

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I looked for sympathy, but there was none. Psalm 69:20 ∞8∞ “I’ve been a victim of violence.” The audience nodded in sympathy. “I tried my best to behave the way he wanted. I tried to stay quiet. Cook what he liked. I never said no when he wanted to, you know, and still he beat…