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When Your Questions are as Deep as Your Faith
I enjoyed a lovely lunch with a dear friend who epitomizes grace, although she probably wouldn’t agree. She is one of those people who has suffered so deeply it’s hard to understand how she is still standing upright, much less smiling and serving others with compassion. She is deep. Deep in faith. Deep in grief.…
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beautiful home
Recently I had dinner at a friend’s house, and I have to be honest, I love it there. I told her that I can’t wait until I can adult like her. Beautiful surrounds her at every turn. I was sharing with one of my daughters while driving to the grocery store how my friend’s house…
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Life on the Stump
There once was a glorious old oak tree that, for years, we affectionately called “Grandpa’s Tree”. It stood on a bit of a hill overlooking the river. In its prime, this mighty oak provided peaceful shade and a quiet place to read a great mystery, ponder life and love, and offer heartfelt prayers to God. …
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Not Exactly What I Was Looking For
One morning recently, my oldest daughter and I were having our weekend morning coffee together time. We talk, share, and lament the lack of sleep one or both of us had the previous night. This particular morning we decided to get on the ferry and head to a beach where you can find shark teeth.…
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When You Lose It
Over the years I’ve lost a lot of things…the biggest being my marriage and the second is probably sleep. But there have been a few other things lost along the way…I’ve lost my mind a time or two, lost my appetite (could stand to do that a bit more), lost my courage, lost an argument,…
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A Little Message
A few days ago, my youngest daughter had to use my writing desk for a test. Right in front of my desk, a window looks out on the road. The light comes through sheer lace curtains in the most beautiful way, particularly at sunset. I absolutely love it. I was a little worried she would…
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Audacious Love
My phone was dinging with texts the other night from one of my dear ones who was dealing with some disappointment. I was writing essay-like texts to encourage and love on my sweet child. At one point, I texted “Life isn’t about what we get to have or do or even who we get to…
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It’s All About the Look
For the past few nights my girls and I have been watching the 6 hour BBC “Pride and Prejudice”. It’s probably the 83rd time. We looooove it. Last night, the episode we were watching was one where Mr. Darcy and Elizabeth look at each other for a prolonged moment over the piano-forte. Let’s just say…