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Every time I run, I'm joined by my beloved dog, Kip. He never misses a chance to tear through the woods, chasing and barking and running and protecting me from squirrels and chipmunks. But I remember a downpour of a day a few years ago. It was one of those rainy days that just wouldn't stop. When I stepped out the door at 3:00 to run, Kip was as dry as a bone. He had successfully been in his house on the porch all day . Obviously, the dog knows enough to stay out of the rain. Until he saw me. He started jumping, excitedly, all around me. I completely expected him to stay in his house, pretending not to hear me put on my running shoes, hoping I didn't call him to join me in 4 miles of misery. NOT A CHANCE. He was willing to run in the rain for me. And not just willing; happy. And as I pondered this thought, I considered how many friends I have who would, not literally but spiritually and emotionally and socially, run in the rain for me. I could tell you their nam

Three years.  It's been three years since I was inspired to start this blog as a means of communicating with "my girls," the beloved class of 2014, whose impact on my life will not diminish.  It's been three years since I looked those original girls in the eyes every Sunday morning, praying desperately that I would hear the Spirit clearly and speak the words of God into their lives.  It's been three years since I chose that original background for my blog; time for something fresh! It's been three years since one of you said to me, "What will I do without this notebook and writing to you every week?" It's been three years since I wrote a lesson entitled "Eleven Truths Nobody Else will Tell You," turned it into a blog, and started this world of pouring out my heart not only to that original group of girls but to a plethora of women, girls, and even a few guys who honor me in reading it.  So to recognize our three year anniv