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Mountains envelop more than 80 percent of China’s Hunan province, leaving many villages isolated from one another. Among these jagged peaks, Nüshu was formed. Experts believe Nüshu is the only writing system in the world created and used exclusively by women. Meaning “women’s writing,” Nüshu was a way for women…

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A story is told about an old mariner’s chart on display in the British Museum in London. The map, drawn in 1525, shows the North American coastline. The cartographer wrote several intriguing notations on areas of the map representing unexplored regions. He wrote: “Here be giants,” “Here be fiery scorpions,”…

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For most of her life, Maud Lewis lived in a pint-sized, one-room house near Digby, Nova Scotia, with no running water or electricity. The 10-by-9-foot cottage became her canvas, and she painted almost everything. Birds and butterflies fluttered across the door. Vibrant flowers covered the windows, the walls, cupboards, the…

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Martin Luther wrote, “Our Lord has written the promise of the resurrection, not in books alone, but in every leaf in spring-time.” At the end of every winter, we witness a miracle—life coming from death. Bare branches form green leaves, brown grass turns into a lovely meadow as spring blooms…

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God built into Israel’s calendar about thirty days of feasts per year. Add the weekly Sabbaths, and the total celebration time comes to around eighty days of feasting and rest annually. God is serious about celebration! When God mandated celebration among His people in the Old Testament, He used three…

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“Choices are the hinges of destiny.” – Edwin Markham As women of faith—mothers, mentors, grandmothers, and spiritual sisters—we carry a beautiful responsibility: shaping the hearts of the next generation. One of the greatest gifts we can offer the young women in our lives is guidance in making wise, God-honoring decisions.…

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