Columns by Ann:

Addiction Hurts

Addiction is vicious. My father and brother died from it. My adult children struggled with it. It separates you from those you ... 

The Roundabout

I don’t remember when. I don’t remember where. I don’t remember how. But I do remember that I had no idea what ...

Be Astounded

I understand, Habakkuk. I really do. Life sure can be a mystery. Sometimes, there are things we need to know. Sometimes, there ... 

Let Go

Letting go. It is personal. No one can do it for you. Telling someone to let go can be helpful — but ... 

The Overcomer

Without a doubt, the columns I have received the most messages and emails about have dealt with going through difficult circumstances in ... 

Weak But Strong

On an early March morning in 1995, my family gathered around the bedside of my mother. She was on her final earthly ... 

Help from Haggai

Consider our ways. How can we consider our ways? To consider means to think carefully about something. Ways means our way, ... 

I See You

Walking in the grocery store felt like a privilege. Every color imaginable was there. There was even fruit! 

A Little Farther

This column was first published in 2018. By Ann Farabee What an evening it had been! Jesus washed the feet of his disciples. ... 

COVID Vaccine #2

The memory: While sitting in the auditorium of my elementary school, looking up into the eyes of a nurse dressed in white ... 

The Stain

I stepped away for just a second. It was long enough for her paper towel bib to be removed and the bowl ...

Say Nice Things

“You are doing a great job!” were the words my principal spoke as he left my classroom. Hearing him say those words..

The Failure

That F in geometry did not look good. Nor did the D in Driver’s Education. I was a failure. I was a ... 

COVID Vaccine

7:45pm. It had arrived. COVID vaccine No. 1 was underway. It had been a journey to get to this point. After signing .

Mark My Word

His name was John Mark, but we call him by his last name — Mark. He was younger than those he hung ...

COVID Journey- Go to Rehab 

As I left my doctor’s office, all I could think of were her words that had been spoken ever so gently, “Your ... 

The Safety Net

In a recent column, I referenced feeling as if traversing through difficult circumstances was like trying to keep my balance on a ...

Pizza on Trees?

Teaching Sunday school to 6-8 year-olds was so much fun! I mean, how do you have greater moments in life than to ...

Be Easy

She did not crawl. She did not hold on to furniture as she tried to learn to walk. She went straight to ... 

Restart It

It was during a faculty meeting that I learned the news. We would be getting a classroom computer, take computer training, and ... 

One of my readers sent me this message, “I noticed that you write about hope a lot.”

I did not realize it, but I think they are correct.

Hope Full

The Most High

It was a battle that had gone on way too long.

It had intensified.

Light of the World

For many, going to a Christmas play is a holiday tradition that helps us visualize the story of the birth of Jesus, so we can hold it more tightly in our hearts.

Be a Master Builder

At my home, we have an abundance of Legos. Christmas means more Legos are coming — if there are some available we do not own yet.

Grace is Amazing

His name was John.

His mother died when he was seven. Spiritual training stopped.

Work Hard, Do Your Best

Work hard. Do your best.

It was time for parent-teacher conferences at the end of the first nine weeks. 

Feeling Thankful

Feeling thankful? Should we be feeling thankful? 2020 has been a year. And we are still here. 

Ring the Doorbell

It was early in my COVID journey. Our family was quarantined. We did not ask for help. But others listened to their hearts, as God placed it in their spirit to help us. 

My COVID journey, part 7 — The hope

That word — COVID — still feels like it belongs to someone else — not me.

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