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Welcoming Summer
Yesterday I dropped Bella off at dance camp and came home to work. My list was long… dirty floors to sweep, kitchen messes to clean, a couple projects I wanted to finish, and a couple a wanted to start. We picked some more black raspberries (they just. keep. coming.) in stifling heat and put away…
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No Pit So Deep
I sing inside nearly all day long and we do have so much to be thankful for–an airy cell through which the sea wind blows, no more poverty since Attie’s parcel arrived with its good food, three Red Cross sandwiches, half a pan of porridge extra, and then that continuous communion with the Savior… I…
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This Beautiful Life
In the quiet hours of the morning, as the sun has just peaked over the mountains visible from our yard, she comes creeping in shivering. She snuggles down into a little spot between us, often pushing Brian away because we sleep so close together. She burrows in and rubs my back and asks to draw…
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Summer’s Bounty
“The blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice.” (~Old Proverb) I promise I didn’t cut my hand. Although I did ruin my manicure. I’ve washed my hands numerous times, and I still have a purple outline around my nails. Perhaps I could start a new trend? We picked 4 cups of black raspberries yesterday from…
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Our Game
“You know we just don’t recognize the most significant moments of our lives while they’re happening. Back then I thought, well, there’ll be other days. I didn’t realize that that was the only day.” (~from Field of Dreams) “I see great things in baseball. It’s our game – the American game. It will take our…
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A Spring of Joy 