Tag: rest
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Cut To The Chase–Or Not
I’ve morning eyes. Besides being nearsighted, I choose not to wear my contacts, don’t put my glasses on, and would rather squint than open eyes wide enough to see clearly. This early. I get up early and get a lot done–but much of it doesn’t require seeing clearly. I hold my Bible close to my face.…
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Knock Yourself Out–Carefully
I’m a lousy patient. No question about it. I’ve no problem caring for others who are sick. Except my husband. If he moans and groans too long, I tend to acquire a “Suck it up, dude” attitude. If it’s me that’s under the weather? Denial smacks me upside the head like a wrecking ball. I…
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Do You Know When You’re Being Cuddled?
Newborns have a very basic job description. Intake and output. Sleep in between. Sloane, at nine weeks, has developed an expertise in the first two areas. They are connected, top to bottom. An operational statement that the plumbing is working well. The sleep part? Her nights are getting better, but her days are filled with busyness.…
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Get Ready, Get Set–And Then What?
August. When those whose jobs move to the beat of the school year must begin. Not that it’s ever over. Seasons change the tempo. The beat slows a bit in summer. August brings accelerato. A quick pick-up of tempo. No one asks if the orchestra is ready to play faster. It’s written into the music.…
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When The Duck Hits The Water
When given the gift of space and place, gratitude is the right response. John and I’ve been given the gift of just that. My sister has a place in Santa Rosa, California that she graciously has allowed us to visit for a time. Alone. No Internet. No expectations. Just a place to breathe. To be. I…
Tip of My Iceberg 