Tag: Dayle Rogers
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Just Grab My Hand
We’ve had lumber stacked on our driveway for weeks. For the unending porch project. It’s a huge draw for a little guy who has no fear and believes climbing to the highest point available is his daily goal. Mason doesn’t hesitate. He climbs, jumps, and balances the best he can. He walks the planks with…
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Do I Have To Put Christmas Away?
It lasted longer than we thought it would. There were so many days we forgot to check the water; I could hear the needles drying out. Our Christmas tree was up days longer than usual. I didn’t want it to come down at all. Every morning, since I’m up really early, I’d turn the…
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When The Old Passes And The New Comes
John and I sat in our backyard, watching the clouds roll through with the incoming storm. The sun peeked through occasionally as if it was playing hide and seek. As dark as the clouds were, the sun was insistent. It would not be blocked. With Christmas behind us and the New Year looming, it…
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When The Merry Is Unwrapped
It began with a quiet pause, the dawn of Christmas when I was the only one up and no one had come to our home. Yet. A restful space, between calm and chaos, where I could reflect on what the day was. Could be. Christmas is the sacred space where true heart longing meets…
Tip of My Iceberg 