The Gift on 1 year Blog Anniversary.

I am not sure what woke me. Strolling closely to the double french doors staring from my canopy bed. Peering over the balcony rail.  Groggy. Foggy in my head. I spot them. Tendering walking.  Fluffy tails. Strolling as if the night before, they didn’t hear gun shots, or barking dogs, or lawn mowers eating tall blades […]

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What does it Means to be a “good” Mother? 11 Children Later.

What does it mean to be a “good” mother?  I have often asked and wondered. Going into parenting, 19 years ago, I was oblivious to it’s description. I boiled rice. Burnt toast. Struggled with the all night need to rock and hold my babies.  And not sleeping, of course. I had no idea how to wash […]

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When You Think God’s Timing Stinks

I am in a season of waiting.  And waiting is not my strong suit.  Just the word “patience” makes me…..well……impatient. Especially when I see a tide of difficulty coming toward me and I cannot stop it. I mean, after all, who doesn’t want to act…..when life gets complicated and filled with obstacles needing plowed over…..by sheer […]

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Writing God Our List!

I have seen him once in eight months.  My nearly nineteen-years-old, six-foot-three, baby. The price, I guess, of a son called to missions as a missionary. So, when I see his name flash on my phone, hearing it’s loud ringing…..I quickly pick it up. Bubbling so much….just to hear his deep man tone.  That child formed […]

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A Journey Toward Christ-likeness

Homeless one.  I see you. Why do you wander like I used to? Greed and idolaters.  Why do you seek earthly treasures…that as you chase them…they elude you? Addiction.  Why do you find her?  What shame has made sin have such power? Innocence.  Why have you robbed her?  Left empty, useless, fleeting power. Dwindling strength……Where is your […]

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RADICAL & The Stranger With Dark Skin & A Slanted Nose

We enter our friends 5200 square foot house. Take off our shoes.  And spy him on a stool.  Unassuming. Not standing front and center. Or loudly declaring his convictions. Just silent. On a stool. Yet, instantly, he stands out. Dark skin. Nose bent. This ex-Muslim, in our midst. And, we all stand back. Waiting for words […]

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