Robyn Pratt
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Control
What can I control? Have you ever had to forgive someone who wasn’t repentant? When my husband worked as a jail officer, a man who had just been convicted punched him, literally lashing out in his frustration. Jason needed stitches… Continue reading
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The Water Bottle Lesson
When we were living in Indonesia, we filtered our well water into 5 gallon jugs for our water cooler. One morning, we woke up to water all over the floor. Jason took the whole water cooler apart, cleaned everything, made… Continue reading
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Capturing Joy
This is one of my favorite photos. I actually managed to capture joy. Why do we love photos so much? I think we are trying to hold onto the joy of a moment. But seeing a picture only brings back… Continue reading
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Storms
Who brings the storms? Growing up if a storm came up we sat in the back of our van with the doors open under the carport and watched the huge maples in our neighbor’s yard move and bend with the… Continue reading
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Expectations
Flying back to Indonesia with our six week old daughter, I packed a ton of diapers and onesies. Jason thought it was excessive, and it was, but he wisely let it go. On our first leg from Chicago to L.A.,… Continue reading
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“My” Mountain
One of the more wild, weird and wonderful things that happened while we were living on Borneo is “my” mountain. There is a beautiful jungle mountain that my husband and his teammates routinely flew over on their way home from… Continue reading
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Blooming where I am planted
When we arrived at our housing for language school, a group of high school students came to our door and asked if we would help them with English. They were a close group of Muslim friends and took us along… Continue reading
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God Calling
My first week of college, I felt God’s gentle nudge, trying to tell me something. But I had just gotten settled in college, and I was afraid He was going to ask me to uproot again, so I ignored Him.… Continue reading
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Spiritual Warfare
One night, Samantha, my two-year-old, work up screaming. I wasn’t feeling very motherly, having just nursed Abby, our infant, an hour earlier. But I stumbled out of bed, and when I opened our heavy ironwood bedroom door, I immediately felt… Continue reading
