Tag: God
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I Don’t Want To Get My Hands Dirty
When presented with the opportunity to plant little growing things, I’ll pass. Every time. Not only do I not enjoy gardening. I’m truly lousy at it. The things I plant tend to die. Quickly. So when entering a meeting where repotting root-bound plants was the focus of our time together, I cringed. I valued the…
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I Dunno
He prefers jumping to standing still. Throwing to holding. Ignoring to listening. He loves “boonies” (balloons) because they’re soft and bouncy. He’s clueless as to why he does anything. Two-year-old Ryken, with increased verbosity, has a stock answer anytime he’s questioned about his actions. “I dunno.” Usually followed by a shoulder roll or raised hands.…
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Messy Matt Makes A Move
I’ve loved storms since I was a little girl. I’ve never been bothered by bursts of thunder and strobes of lightning. I enjoy angry skies. Not everyone does. I’ve got friends who hide in their family room with the TV turned up so they don’t have to hear storms. We had a dog once that…
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Enjoy A Cup Of Uniqueness
Grown-up tea parties are throwbacks to days when little girls dressed up in their moms’ pretty dresses, put on big-girl lipstick, and drank lemonade from tiny teacups. The big girl variety is wonderful. The dresses fit better. I had the chance to be part of a celebration this past weekend that was a big girl…
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When My Good Enough Isn’t
Folks whose faces are wreathed with smiles bring out the grins in me. Happy often produces more happy. My grandkids are pros at producing big-mouth smiles that can warm the cockles of even the coldest heart. Five live close to us. The other four are far, far away. It’s hard not to see them more…
Tip of My Iceberg 