Tag: Jesus
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I Don’t Do Slither
I felt it and reacted before I ever saw what it was. While mowing our backyard, near our pond, I felt something wind around my ankles, slithering slowly. My response was not slow. Hanging onto the mower with one hand, I jumped, danced and screamed. When I glanced down I saw movement in the grass…
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I Wanna Be A Big Rock
There’s something about water that begs for rock pitching. Awhile back, I was out out in our yard with three-year-old Ryken. We’ve a pond behind our home where the grands catch fish, turtles and hassle the ducks. One of Ryken’s favorite past times is throwing rocks into the pond. The bigger the plop, the greater…
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The Journey From Now To Not Yet
I know where I want to go. It’s whether or not I’ll make it that I can’t guarantee. I’m a woman of many words. I fill journals quickly and have run out of places to store them. They’ve spilled over into John’s space–not good. For years I’ve wanted to use those words to write books.…
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Where’s The Love?
Yesterday was Valentine’s Day. Who knew? I’ve been a bit preoccupied with other things: Mom’s passing, the birth of a couple of grandsons, life that doesn’t slow down at my request. Legitimate reasons. I’ve never, to my knowledge, forgotten a holiday. Granted this isn’t one of my favorites. It’s not as unlikeable as Halloween, but…
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I’m Gonna Wash That Pain Right Out Of My Heart
It’s been a heck of a couple of weeks. We’ve been gone a lot, for a variety of reasons. Things around the house didn’t get done. Cleaning–that tawdry-toilet syndrome that comes from neglected focus; refrigerator surprise–the green things that were never meant to be green; trash–the stuff that didn’t get taken to the curb that…
Tip of My Iceberg 