By Betty Streff Do I Have to Choose Between Routines and Rainbows?
I wonder if anyone else is wrestling with this inner battle, conflicted in just what to think. You see, I…
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By Leslie Means His Biggest Cheerleader
My husband, Kyle played basketball this weekend. He plays basketball often. If you know the guy or have had a…
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By Taylor Cannon What Makes a Love Perfect
Over a year ago, February 21st 2014, I was standing in my room attempting to get ready for what I…
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By Ashli Brehm 8 fashion trends I just don’t understand
My children have been on spring break this week. The Mister scheduled a day out of the office on Tuesday…
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By Lindsey Drahota We No Longer Have To Suffer – Three Things You Must Know
There are three things I would tell anyone with an illness. Freak out and have fun, you are in charge,…
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By Kristin Majerus Being a Newlywed in a World Full of Divorce
Gasp. My very first post and I'm talking about the d word. Bear with me, folks. I'm not here to…
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By Kenzie Swanson We all become stories
"In the end, we'll all become stories." I came across that quote on the pages of one of my new…
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By Diane Karr Nights at the Cow Palace
At 12:15 a.m., I know that my husband will wake up to check heifers who are about to calve. Sometimes…
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Let’s Do This to Spread Happy
I received an e-mail from one of you this week. I love receiving positive messages. They’re much better than the…
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By Traci Runge Who Influences You?
I love experiencing God at work in our lives….you know, when you are in the midst of your everyday life…
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By Jenny Rest – The Secret Of Life
When was the last time you were able to truly rest? No, I don't mean lay down and go to…
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By Scott Rager Featured Writer of the Week (County Seat Living)
Meet Scott. Scott (he goes by Robert, too ) started writing for the site not long after its inception.…
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