Tag: Jesus
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I’m Supposed To Be Thankful For That?
I grew up during the era when sending thank-you letters for gifts received was a mandatory act. Even if I didn’t like what I got. I remember receiving clothes that I thought were hideous. Things I’d never wear. Clothes, I was convinced, that were being re-gifted or had come off some end-of-season clearance rack. Purchased…
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Where Is The Force When I Need It?
Walking through stores in this pre-holiday fiasco of financial incentives that encourage mindless spending, I’m intrigued how merchandising drives our purchases. I was with Sydney, wandering through the toy section of a store, pushing Ryken in his stroller, his head rotating like an owl as he looked at the stuff and clutter around him. We came upon…
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To TP Or Not To TP; That Is The Question
Who knew a simple roll of toilet paper could provide so much fun? John and I were watching the grandkids a few days back, and it was one of those times where everyone was a little grumpy. We’d mowed the yard. They’d played soccer. Had been in a car and driven enough miles around central…
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All The King’s Horses And All The King’s Men
I was fascinated by this nursery rhyme as a kid. Why would an egg be on a wall in the first place? And if he was careless about where he sat, why would anyone want to put him back together? I’ve dropped eggs before. They become unusable when broken on the ground. Humpty made poor…
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He Ain’t Heavy, He’s My Friend
When I was a kid, I shared a bedroom with my two sisters. I slept in the top bunk–it gave me options to lob stuffed animals and pillows at my two sisters from my lofty perch. I always wanted a room of my own. To have some personal space. To shut my door and not have to…
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