Tag: Jesus
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I Want It My Way
It’s been brought to my attention (thanks TM) that I haven’t been totally forthcoming in acknowledging my husband’s efforts in our moves to tame our crazed landscaping that has plagued the front of our house. For the record, this has been a team effort. Something we’ve chosen to do together because we’ve both been disgusted…
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What Really Is Too Much?
Was it too much? I was afraid it was. After all the hacking and whacking of our unsightly hedge, Wednesday was the day of reckoning. The day we’d find out if it really was too much yard waste in front of our house. More than the sanitation workers could–or were willing–to handle. I was out…
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Channeling My Mitty
When you’re around babies, it’s easy to dream. What will they be when they grow up? (I’m still asking myself that question.) What will they enjoy doing? What will they be good at? Dreaming is the springboard to trying. It’s where we all begin and get past where we are. It’s hope with great potential.…
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Puttin’ On My Big Girl Attitude
He’s all boy. Awed by glitzy lights. Easily distracted. Committed to sports–all sports. Gravitates towards big game animals. Is focused on his own comfort. Loves to eat and sleep whenever it suits him. Fully expects others to satisfy his needs. I’m in no way guy bashing. I happen to love that gender. But I am…
Tip of My Iceberg 