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Learning Patience
I’m sorry it has been so long since I have posted. God has new things that He wants for me to be working on. I will still post, but not as frequently. If you would like, feel free to follow my on Instagram @kistamarker. He has asked me to be more present on social media…
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Pulling the Weeds
Several years ago, we had a plan to tear the grass out along the side of our house to put in a flower bed and a trash can hide so that we could get our big trash cans out of our garage. This would clear up space to actually have two cars in the garage…
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Be Not Moved
I have an autoimmune disease. As I age, my body hurts in lovely new ways. Lately, it hurts to lay down through the duration of the night to sleep. My back tightens up and my muscles feel locked up. It has nothing to do with my mattress or my pillow, trust me, I have looked…
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A Wilderness Place
When I was a teenager, Austyn and I were over at another friend’s house. I don’t remember why, but we decided to walk home. I don’t know if there was a fight between us and the other friends there or what. We didn’t live close by to this house. It was miles away and we…
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Seasons of Change
I was asked to share a spiritual thought with the women of my church last week. The topic was Seasons of Change. This topic is so perfectly timed for me and I am excited to explore this further. I remember being in the Young Women Presidency several years ago and the President loved to make…
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Controlling the Plan
I’m finally feeling like myself again! You want to know how I did it? After several months of feeling like I wasn’t connecting with Heaven like I used to, and feeling this stifling cloud around me, I was able to figure out how to push it away. It was actually really easy. I remember pondering…
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Walking with Father
We had just moved and I was so upset. I didn’t want to move and I didn’t want to make new friends. I remember going to church and deciding I wasn’t going to make any new friends because we would just move again. I was strong into my teenage years by this time. I remember…
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The Broken Chair
This past Saturday, my family was helping to clean our church building. In the foyer was this chair and on the chair is the word broken. This chair had been there for at least a week. I didn’t understand why this chair was sitting in the entrance if it didn’t work. Why didn’t anyone just…
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Would God do That?
The other day, my kids were doing school and I was trying do something in the other room. I heard my quiet one start talking about a bird which drew the attention of all the other kids. After a bit, her voice became distressed as she decided that the bird was hurt. At this point,…