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This Good Hurt
“Actually, I do want to come with you,” she looked at me with hesitant eyes, hoping I wouldn’t say it was too late as I grabbed my keys and purse and started to follow Bear out the door. I paused, took one look at those eyes and swallowed my frustration with her last minute change…
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The Day It All Began
All the way my Savior leads me, Cheers each winding path I tread; Gives me grace for every trial, Feeds me with the living Bread. Though my weary steps may falter, And my soul athirst may be, Gushing from the Rock before me, Lo! A spring of joy I see; Gushing from the Rock before…
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Godlight in the Woods of Our Experience
It was one of those days yesterday. It was a good day–time alone with Bella-Boo while the boys were at a morning camp, some Olympics watching, laundering and cleaning up, playdates for the kids in the afternoon, Wii and Football playing, a little porch sitting with one of “my dear youth group girls” who’s all…
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You People are Lovely
Ever since my last post, I have read the comments you left (either here on on Facebook) every single day. And I sit here and cry over the truth you speak to me when my heart is overcome with the struggle of this world. Everything went very well at my appt. I am very impressed…
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Bad Genes?
As the day of my genetic testing draws closer, I find the emotional battle against fear exhausting. Tomorrow. Tomorrow they will take vials of blood and send them to a lab to determine whether or not my cancers are genetic… whether or not I will have to test my children… whether or not brain and…
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A Spring of Joy 