Category: The Library
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Not Quite the Beginning We Wanted…
It’s not quite how I had planned for Spring Break to begin, and I’m not talking about the weather. But then again, the best laid plans… Right now it is Sunday morning but almost noon, and I have coughed like a smoker all night long–those deep, heaving coughs that wrack your whole body. My Bri…
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What Is Dearest
It’s so easy for me to get caught up in the now-ness, the busy-ness, the chaos. It’s so easy when the evening has gotten away from us, and we are running like crazy to get them in bed and tucked in and lights out to then flop on the couch with a huge, “whew,” because…
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Snow Days
Together we play outside until fingers are numb and cheeks are pink, and we run inside to grab dry gloves and fluffier hats, so we can play outside some more. And when we come in to the warmth, our fingers tingle and our noses run, and we stomp on the floor to make our toes…
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Filling
It has been a roller coaster of a week… a week of tasting the ache of our advent longing and reveling in the joy of friendship and good cheer. We learned on Monday of the sudden passing of Brian’s grandpa, and we tasted the brokenness of this fallen world. Then we left the very next…
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Let the Music Begin
Her eyes sparkled as she looked up at me, “Can you wait for me?” she whispered, trying not to wake her daddy. “Don’t start the Christmas music without me.” I nodded. “Meet me downstairs,” I whispered back, conspiratorially. “I’ll make my coffee.” She skipped to her room for her slippers. I reminisced as I waited…
A Spring of Joy 