Category: The Library
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No More Mullet
I am a girly-girl. I love make-up and fashion and doing my nails and long hair. I love the femininity of being a woman, and a piece of my femininity was tied up in my hair. Long hair. It’s been over a year since I sat with my head bowed and heard the buzz of…
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Haste, Haste!
As December dawns and Christmas begins it’s descent, I began my month long vigil by reading a Christmas carol each day, asking God to show me Himself from words I can sing so carelessly. This morning I read What Child Is This? which is one of my favorite carols. The line that struck me this…
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What Do I Need?
(As you read this, please take the time to blow away the chaff of my scattered mind and find the grain of my heart.) Over the past few days I’ve had several people ask, “What do you need?” I’ve thought a lot about the answer to that question, and the practical, black and white, type-A…
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A Portioned Life
One of my favorite hymns growing up was “Father I Know That All My Life”. I think one of my reasons for liking it was because it was a favorite of my “second mom”, Emma. As I’ve gotten older and walked through my own wildernesses, it has become dear to me for other reasons. It’s…
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Many Years
They sat in the chair next to me in the cancer center yesterday. She was dressed in blue from her polyester skirt to her wig of blue-gray hair. His walk was slow, stoop-shouldered and weary; his bald head bent down. The blood pressure cuff on her arm buzzed and hissed every few minutes while she…
A Spring of Joy 