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Green pastures - Miriam Bott

She plays the saxophone and viola at Northside and is a counselor at Fig Tree Therapy...all while being a home-schooling mom of three. Enjoy this little clip from our dear sister, Miriam Bott. What a gift to be in the body with such a gem.


Miriam and her husband Nate have been at Northside for 7 years. She loves the authentic living we do together at Northside. 


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  1. NikkiApril 5, 2020 at 2:22 PM

    Praise the Lord! Hallelujah! What a wonderful reminder to lean into our Savior and trust Him - the Giver - and not the gifts He gives. Thank you for sharing, sweet sister! -Nikki

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  2. LukeythiaApril 6, 2020 at 3:03 AM

    For two days in a row now I've watched your "Manna Moment" and been blessed afresh by it. Thanks for pointing me again and again to the provider and not the provision, the need he met for me yesterday and the need he's going to meet for me today, and ultimately the truth that he will meet my needs for each day, day by day. That I can bank on in these uncertain times. Feeling less anxious as I get ready for work. 😊

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