Author: daylerogers
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The One That Didn’t Get Away
Dad loved to fish. He also loved to tell a great story. Fishing was Dad’s method of getting away and decompressing. Having learned as a boy on a small farm in Texas, he’d find time and a place when needed. We’d accompany him on occasion. None of us were ever true fisherman, but watching him…
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Happily Ever–When?
I’m a great expecter–with massive expectations of what my life should look like. I fully expected to get through college, find a job and get married. Did that. The fact that I’m still married to that guy I dated all those years ago is a testimony to the grace of God. I fully expected to have…
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Treasures Found Where Life Is Happening
Perspective changes with circumstances. Several years ago, we invested in “freshening” our home. New floors, new paint, new counters. Twenty years of wear and tear, six children, several dogs and most surfaces having been peed, pooped or puked on made it feel necessary. It was a big deal for me. As frugal as we were,…
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Fanciful Forests And Familial Fun
Family time is like a treasure box that you open with anticipation, wondering what will be inside. With my siblings in Santa Rosa, this is the first time we’ve gathered since Mom died. Not knowing how the others had been dealing with personal grief, I wondered how we’d embrace each other where we were.…
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What Will We Do With What We’ve Been Given?
When presented with a conclusion to an epic experience, the only possible way to finish well is to party. True celebration is a gift. It’s an opportunity to become excited with those who are filled with hope and anticipation. It’s also the chance to empathize with those who’re disappointed and hesitant of next steps. We…
Tip of My Iceberg 