Tag: God
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Let’s Go Ride A Bike
I learned to ride a bike when I was five. I’d be on that bike every chance I could get. Back in the day, it was safer to ride around neighborhoods. Explore places I hadn’t been on foot. Not be afraid of vacant lots or railroad tracks. The older I’ve gotten, the less I’ve ridden.…
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The Beast Of Busy, The Calm Of Rest
You know how it feels to plan for something for a long time, only to have it end quickly? You’re left blinking in the tornado of time passing. Our biannual conference in Colorado was a huge success. Which I’d hoped it would be, considering all the planning and preparation that went into it. Rather…
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A Lego Among Many
Back in the day when our kids were little–and so was our budget–we would haunt garage sales for the treasures we knew we’d find there. Gently used clothes. Buckets of broken crayons. Toys we’d never consider purchasing new. And Legos. All our kids went through a Lego phase. We never considered buying them new–for the length…
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There’s Way Worse Than Wet
There was a point in my life where I loved a good rain. I was a puddle-jumping, raindrop-dodging, joyously-drenched kind of a kid. Even when my kids were little, we’d be outside in a storm, jumping in ankle-deep puddles and not caring a flying fig about mud. It was the perfect prelude to a hot…
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Pilgrims, Pathways But No Poultry
“Where are you all going so late?” Ethan and Sydney were wearing bike helmets. With incredible deductive powers of reasoning, I assumed they were going bike riding. “Heading over to Pavilion. We’ll be back in an hour or so.” “Do your folks know?” “Yeah.” “OK.” Pithy conversations. What made this dialogue so intriguing was the…
Tip of My Iceberg 