Category: The Bookshelf
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A Desperate Mommy
I have a strong-willed child. A very strong-willed child. He has my stubbornness and Bri’s determination all wrapped up into one package. A mixture of Italian and Irish, he is full of passion, with his die-hard relentlessness and headstrong impetuousness. Almost daily we have battles as his fiery temper flares when his independence is thwarted.…
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Under His Wings
When I was small, my parents would read to us each night for family devotions. I don’t remember all the details, but I remember the story of a hen. It’s an old parable handed down for years, and it has stuck with me for decades now. It’s the story of a mother hen who lived…
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Shouting “One Year!”
One year ago today, my journey through treatment and healing began, and tonight I lie sleepless, tossing and turning. My mind is haunted with the mixture of emotions, memories, fears, struggles, and most of all, gratefulness for how much God has provided and protected in our home. So, please forgive my random thoughts as I…
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Sunday Rest
Waking up to the sounds of my little girl playing in her crib. Listening to Brian’s gentle breathing as he sleeps next to me. Hearing the soft footfalls of my Bear’s sleepy steps up to our loft to join me in my quiet moments watching the sun. Turning my ear to the whisperings of the…
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Pickles, The Fire Cat
When I was a little girl about Micah’s age, we got a cat. A gray striped tabby with white feet and a white nose. I wanted to name her Rapunzel Let Your Golden Hair Down Misantone, but Daddy decided we would call her Patty for short. Oh, how I loved that cat! She slept on…
A Spring of Joy 