Category: The Boys’ Room
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Football
Glory to God for football games, For players all over the field Like center, quarterback. For fields plotted and pieced, striped, numbered and marked, And all gear like helmets and pads, All players running, passing and catching, Whatever is caught or dropped, With swift, slow, first down or touchdown, offense, defense, God made football through…
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Coming Down the Pipeline
Just sharing a brief update… or let’s hope it’s brief, because otherwise y’all might just get a wee bit bored, or a lot bored. *sigh* In the saga that is the medical establishment, my doctor has been unable to procure a PET scan approval from my insurance company in order to begin pursuing why my…
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She Spins and She Sways
Last weekend we watched a lot of figure skating. Y’all, I am so excited about the Olympics. SO. EXCITED. I even have a google calendar with all the tv listings of events and when they’ll be aired. So needless to say, I am counting down the days until Sochi. It’s a bit hard for our…
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The Language of Our Longing
There was soft knock at my door yesterday, and when I called out, he opened it. My Ash-man popped his head in. “Hi, Mom.” he said softly, “Can I come in?” I patted the bed next to me, and he slipped in the room. As he curled up beside me I marveled at how long…
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Impossible Standard
Tears began to fall as I dropped my hands in a mixture of sadness and frustration and blurted, “What is it I’m not teaching him?” My mother was in the room and smiled and gently. “Baby,” she said softly, “Don’t make this about you.” Her tender words pierced through my self-focus and convicted my heart–a…
A Spring of Joy 