Tag: hope
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Never Underestimate The Value Of A Good Wallow
John’s uncle used to raise hogs. Going to the farm was always fun because this gal from suburbia hadn’t experienced these critters except in zoos or on a plate as bacon. Quite different in their own space. Pigs wallow in mud as a way of life. It’s purposeful, not playful. As a kid, I thought…
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Turning That Frown Upside Down
There’s a winsomeness about those who experience utter delight. Not jaded, qualified, hesitant or restrained delight. Not at someone else’s expense. Not snarky. Pure delight. Joyful. Seventh-month-old Sloane exhibits this. Just watching her makes me smile. Delight morphs into more delight. Sloane and her mom, Melody, were here with us for a few days. She’s quite…
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Last Time I Checked, It Wasn’t About Me
I love my job. That makes me a bit of an enigma. It’s countercultural when so many are looking to find their niche in life and work in a place they feel valued and necessary. I’ve the distinct privilege of working with folks coming to Orlando from the mission field. Stateside or overseas. Yes, that…
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Christmas Crazy Aftermath
‘Twas the day after Christmas, and all over the place There was mess galore, not any clean space. The wrappings were tossed in the room without care, In hopes that Mom would pick up without giving the glare. The kids were all playing with things they’d received. Some things were now broken, not made well…
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‘Twas The Crazy Before Christmas
‘Twas the week before Christmas, and all through the town, Folks were scurrying, shopping, all wearing a frown. The pressure was on to get the best gift For Auntie Matilda and old Uncle Riff. The baking was started, but not nearly done, Each batch that emerged, kids would eat every one. The post office, packed with…
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