Posts by StevieRay Hansen

Life doesn’t get easier you just get stronger!

SII CORINTHIANS 4:8-11 (PARAPHRASED)8. We are hard pressed on every side, yet not crushed; we are perplexed, but not in despair; 9. persecuted, but not forsaken; struck down, but not destroyed– 10. always carrying about in the body the dying of the Lord Jesus, that the life of Jesus also may be manifested in our…

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Your Journey

A brisk wind pushed me down the slope as I walked around the Lazy H and inspected the changes that would transform a church camp into a home for young adults. If felt good to be doing something to help kids without a family support system. I sat on a boulder overlooking a creek and…

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Giving Back

“I want to start an orphanage,” I told Laura over dinner one evening. “Not necessarily an orphanage, but something like that.”“That’s real hard, Honey,” Laura replied. “Let’s just give to them.”That didn’t seem like enough to me. I couldn’t help but wonder what would have happened to me without Buck and the other cowboys who…

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A New Ending

My cell phone vibrated against the boardroom table for the tenth time in an hour. I apologized and excused myself from the room. I was out of state in a business meeting while one of my employees was back home handling a $20 million deal. He was scared out of his mind that he would…

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The Past Comes Calling

I stood in the pasture with my heifers one morning when my cell phone rang. Looking at caller identification, I answered with caution. The call was from my parents’ phone. Since Dad had never called me, I assumed it was Mom. Somehow I always held out the hope that they would say, “Son, you’ve made…

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A New Life

StevieRay Hansen - A Long Journey Home

The next time we met at an ice cream parlor. I was going to make sure we took our time getting to know one another. I was already smitten by the time I realized that things would never work out for us. Laura held a master’s degree in biology. She’d worked for 15 years as a biologist and taught at a university. When I met Laura, I was destitute. I lived in a garage apartment which had once been the maid’s quarters behind someone’s home. Laura was educated; a success in her field. Her parents weren’t rich, but they had money in the bank.I was flat broke.

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On The Road Again

I thought my heart was going to jackhammer its way out of my chest that blustery spring day in 1991 when I was released from High Desert State Prison. I knew without a doubt that it had been the grace of God that had kept me alive and protected for five years and seven months.…

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Free At Last

A chill rippled down my spine as I put the prison vehicle into gear and drove toward the guard tower. My mouth felt dry knowing that I was in the crosshairs of several rifles.I stopped at the gate and showed the guard my papers. He inspected the vehicle and then waved me through. A mile…

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