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Giving Credit

This blog set-up is shamelessly ripped from my friend (and mentor!) Joanna's blog Spacious Faith. I, like Joanna, love writing stuff: curriculum, liturgical resources, etc. A lot of times I write straight from what I see in scripture, but a lot of other times I also look at other people's stuff for inspiration. So here, y'all, here are some of my resources that I have written that I might as well share, so you can have a starting point.

I'm in the process of going through old things, cleaning them up, and posting. I have written a lot of youth camp and retreat resources over the years, so get excited!

Feel free to use my stuff in your worship setting. Crediting is great; a little asterisk* in the bulletin works fine. Feel free to just use my initials** they are really popular with the youths. I'd rather you not profit off my writing like it's you own, but if you do find a way to profit LMK because I'd like to get in on the take.

*Asia Frye
**AF 

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