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At first my leg hurt
At first my leg hurt. But with mom's help, I knew what was right. I knew who was healing me. I knew that God was healing me. Mom sang hymns. Then it was all better.
Danielle McGuire
Waterford, Connecticut
When Danielle woke me up crying that her leg hurt, I had just fallen asleep again after my other daughter had wakened me following a nightmare. I sang Danielle a hymn, but didn't really think much about praying specifically for her at first. When she calmed down, I went back to bed.
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October 13, 1997 issue
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TO OUR READERS
The Editors
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What shapes who I am?
Channing Walker
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Standing up to teenager stereotypes
From a teenager
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Illumined consciousness and healing
Mary Alice Rose
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God is with me through the night
Kathryn Crosby Escruceria
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Drop the blame!
Jan Kassahn Keeler
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Downsizing and relocation
Carole Ann Cooper
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Responsibility of the media
by Kim Shippey
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A simple truth...
Ishmael Shamsid-din
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"I was free born"
William E. Moody
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In 1995 I inadvertently poured boiling marmalade over one...
Barbara Harrison
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At first my leg hurt
Danielle McGuire with contributions from Susan McGuire