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Spring Is A Promise
Spring is a promise in the closed fist of a long winter. All we have is a raw slant of light at a low angle… These are the first few sentences of Luci Shaw’s poem, Spring Is A Promise. Monica begins her post with Luci’s beautiful words and then she writes the struggle of her…
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The Grand Exit
I imagine we were quite the sight to behold as we made our grand exit from the hospital. I rode like a queen in my wheelchair with my mad scientist hair and too short fleece pants, clutching my gorgeous roses from Monica, my face still splotchy from my sobfest on the phone this morning with…
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As of Friday night…
I left Angie a little while ago, tucked away in another hospital bed… word is that she’s likely going to be there for another day or two. It’s good to know she’s being cared for, but very hard on all of us to have her away again. Today a specialist came to take a look…
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Oh Where Have You Been?
I’ve had several of you mention how little I’ve been on lately… so here’s the scoop. The very short version. Spent two days in bed. Thought I had the flu. High fever. Aches. My arm began to get red streaks all over it (this would be the arm from which lymph nodes were removed during…
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Who Made You?
I’ve been trying to teach Bella different Scriptures, verses, truths, etc. each day as I sit with her and rock her before naps and bedtimes. Today, after a lengthy discussion of “Who made you?“, we sat in silence for a few minutes. Suddenly she pulled her thumb from her mouth, pushed away from me and…
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A Spring of Joy 