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Piercings
The words fly out of my mouth before I think, a response of frustration to the pesterings of my six-year-old. “I am trying to nap, and I’m getting no sleep because of YOU.” Big eyes search my face questioning, a hesitation, a quavering voice, “But Mom, I need your help.” My irritation breaks. My words…
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My Hero
The day after I was diagnosed with breast cancer, there was a knock at our front door. I opened it to see the beloved face of my father, eyes full of tears. “I just had to see you.” he said, throat knotted with emotion. And I threw myself into the arms that have held me…
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Wednesday Worship: Enough
This morning, our little one crawled in bed with us. At one point, she snuggled up close to me and curled her head into my shoulder. I leaned my cheek against her red curls, and she turned squeezing both arms around my neck. Patting my shoulder gently, she whispered, “Mommy.” That was all. That was…
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My Pap
He always smiled. He had that rare talent of making me laugh whenever he smiled at me. He could read books and make me think I was actually there. As I sat in his lap listening to him read Rackety Boom, I could imagine the clackety-clack of the old blue truck and smell the fumes…
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Remember
Saturday we were driving home from my brother’s house and we passed a church that intrigues Ash every time we fly by. This time he piped up from the back seat: I wish our church had three crosses on top of a hill like that one does. Why’s that, buddy? Because every time I see…
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A Spring of Joy 