Tag: Jesus
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There’s Merry In All That Minutia
I tend to look at details as my nemesis. They’re like a small army of invaders, skilled in deception, cunning and craftiness. They hide where I never look. They fall through the cracks only to pop back up again. Their war cry is, “Ah ha! Missed me again!” It’s so easy for me, during this…
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And So It Begins
Thanksgiving wasn’t even over before the sales began. And with Christmas coming so quickly on the heels of the gratitude holiday, I promised myself I wouldn’t be sucked into the holiday crazies. The seasonal pressure that’s been telescoped down too far for consumer comfort. Good thing that wasn’t a resolution. The bins and boxes have…
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The Forgotten Holiday
I don’t know why it frazzles me. It does. It’s a day. But it’s really more than that. Stuck between the horror of Halloween and the gimme of Christmas is Thanksgiving. Between ghoulish masks and decorated trees in September and the shopping frenzy of Black Friday and beyond, it’s a wonder that there’s a hiccup…
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When Enough Is Enough
I need to better appreciate the humor in the unexpected. Particularly if it has to do with bodily fluids. Teagan, the six-year-old master of drama, proliferate with his words, was in a quiet, subdued mood this past Sunday. First clue. You can never put “Teagan” and “subdued” in the same sentence. It’s an oxymoron. As…
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When Going With Your Gut Bites You In The Butt
I’ve not been a person known for my strategic thinking. Or planning. Or focusing on details. Thinking is often not a term used when describing me. I’ve learned to live with that. The lack of that gifting is definitely a bum-biter. With the parents gone and Nana in charge, I did what any self-respecting adult…
Tip of My Iceberg 