Category: The Library
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“And More”
“Oh, Marilla, looking forward to things is half the pleasure of them,” exclaimed Anne. “You mayn’t get the things themselves; but nothing can prevent you from having the fun of looking forward to them. Mrs. Lynde says, ‘Blessed are they who expect nothing for they shall not be disappointed.’ But I think it would be…
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Frayed and Ragged
Thursday morning arrived far too early with the insistent ringing of my alarm and my fumbling to find it, using every ounce of strength to not just chuck it out the window across the room. I rose in the dark with my son, who is perfectly capable of doing early mornings on his own and…
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Strength for Today
The rain is pounding on our tin roof; the wind is buffeting and howling under the eaves. I want to hunker down, to hide, to let the tears flow today, to pour down like teardrops from dark clouds. I’ve shared heart and life over coffee with a friend this morning. And I have heard sad…
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Another Man’s Shoes
On Brian’s 40th birthday (am I allowed to say how old he is?!), I threw him a birthday party with friends from college and early marriage days. Twenty or more years of friendship. Six couples around a table celebrating and laughing and enjoying life together. Each year since, I’ve thrown the second or third annual…
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Desperate Hands
The last time I wrote here was over a month ago, as I grieved the brokenness of this world with my sweet Bethy, my dear friend from college. Before that I was cautiously reveling in the news of continued remission. Thirteen long months of remission. It has been gift. I’ve been quiet lately, processing my…
A Spring of Joy 