Category: The Library
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Everything… Including Wal-Mart
In our home, HATE is a four-letter-word. And any of you who know me well know how I feel about crude language and four-letter-words. I HATE them. (Yes, I realize I just used the word hate again.) And apparently I’ve taught my children it is okay to use the word “hate”. You know why? Because…
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Tired
Tired. I am tired. I am tired of picking up my phone and crying. I am tired of checking my email or facebook and reading heartbreak. I am tired of the processing and grieving and the pain of loss and heartache. I know many of you are tired, too. But at the same time I…
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What I Didn’t Get for My Birthday
Yesterday was my birthday. You can probably guess in all my sentimentality I am all about birthdays. Mine or someone else’s. It’s a big deal. I mean, come on, let’s celebrate LIFE. For me, each birthday is a victory over cancer, so it’s huge, and it always will be. You can imagine then, that yesterday…
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Healing
The soul is healed by being with children — Fyodor Dostoyevsky I am home and I am surrounded by pictures that Bella brings to me endlessly. Pictures of the five of us together all with huge smiles on our faces and holding hands. The boys spend hours by my side, especially Asher. He spent all…
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Tying the Red Cord
In the midst of the Battle of Jericho that we recently read about, is the story of Rahab. She is one of my favorites. I love to picture the rubble of the city, the walls toppling on themselves, the frantic confusion and fear inside, the joy in victory outside. But I love to picture a…
A Spring of Joy 