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“Till He Come”
It was a week ago that I sat huddled under blankets in our den, fire burning, reflecting, praying, weeping. I was missing my Pappy whose birthday would have been the next day. I was longing to sit with my dear college friend who is walking through pain unimaginable as she watches and grieves the impending…
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Remission: What Does This Mean?
“I don’t think we’ll step lightly into the new year ever again. But perhaps that is a better way to begin: remembering the staggering heights and the terrifying depths, with our eyes fixed on One Who never leaves us and is always good.” (~Christie Purifoy) December held the quiet of the holiday season, basking in…
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His Poetry
He breezed in the back entrance carrying lunch and discovered me curled up on the couch, tears streaming, and eyed me quizzically. “I love you.” It was all that would pour forth from my full heart. I laughed softly, then told him I was inhaling poetry. He smiled and sat down, he listened while I…
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Beautiful Moments
This past weekend was full of so much wonderful, so many beautiful moments. My Bella was in our little city Christmas parade wearing her red cloak, plaid scarf and matching braids, vibrant red in the night sky. She carried her lantern and waved excitedly. Her zest for life was palpable. After the parade it was…
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The Good News
Monday morning, they strapped me down in the MRI machine, arms pinned to my sides, plates on my abdomen, jazz music in my headphones. The tears leaked from the corners of each eye… tears from dry eye syndrome, tears I could not wipe, tears of disbelief as I looked at the dingy white cylinder above…
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A Spring of Joy 