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Jessica Pontoo

Jessica Pontoo
Jessica Pontoo is a wife and mother of four. She is also a high school English teacher and an Associate Minister. In her "free" time, she runs a community organization that mentors girls in her community. Follow her blog here:

Why I Thank God for the Closed Doors

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On November 29, 2016, a plane carrying a Brazilian soccer team crashed killing 19 of its members. Only three survived. What's more heartbreaking is, according to several news outlets, it was due to human error. The pilots did not plan appropriately for such a long flight...

“God Has My Back”: Why I No Longer Fear Life’s Storms

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It has been said that, when a storm is approaching, an eagle will fly into it, spread its wings, and allow the winds to carry it safely above the clouds. Unlike many other animals that would run from the storm in fear, the eagle understands...

Sometimes Cakes Fall: Why You Should Stop Asking God “Why”

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My husband loves when I bake pound cake. I offered to make him one for his birthday, and it was delicious. A few weeks later, I decided to make another one for Thanksgiving. I got up early to make sure I had time to add...

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You just knew your relationship was written in the stars. He was made to love you & only you. So how did he end up...

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