Tag: Savior
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My Name Is Nana, But You Can Call Me Papa
My folks used to live in a condo not too far from where we grew up. The residents were a quirky mix of people that were friendly but distant. Upstairs was an older lady who always made me grin. The way she’d introduce herself never made sense to me. “My name is Helen, but you…
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There’s Way Worse Than Wet
There was a point in my life where I loved a good rain. I was a puddle-jumping, raindrop-dodging, joyously-drenched kind of a kid. Even when my kids were little, we’d be outside in a storm, jumping in ankle-deep puddles and not caring a flying fig about mud. It was the perfect prelude to a hot…
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When Reindeer Games Meet Family
They’ve been coming in from all over the country. The sheep are returning to the flock. The kids are coming home. We haven’t all been together in over a year. But every other year at Christmas, they come back. Like a pilgrimage. Six kids, five spouses, six grandkids–we fill the house quite nicely. Their coming…
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Picture That
It’s panic time. Two weeks before Christmas, and we haven’t gotten our family picture together for our Christmas cards. We have no cards. So nothing is addressed, signed or stamped. But the picture is the highlight, the one thing that has to be right, even if the cards aren’t exactly what we want. We’ve got…
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Let The Good Times Roll–In Sugar
What happens when you combine four clever, active children with one Papa who isn’t quite as quick but has the power of choice? Four days of fun fueled by sugar and pizza. While I was three states away helping with baby Huck, John was watching the four older grandkids while their folks had meetings in…
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