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Mommy, Come See!
This morning has been a simple morning. A quiet morning. Bri, rising in the dark to work downstairs and letting me sleep in. Sweet whispers from a baby girl, “Mommy, where’s Daddy?” She hates coming in our room and missing him, so she runs downstairs to be with him and find protection from the train…
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Feasting
A year ago after my first hospitalization for a skin infection in my arm, I wrote this: John Piper said, “What choices will you make today that will give you the most pleasure a million years from now?” I ask myself. Is what I am doing today rooted in what I will gain today? Or…
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The Rain
The Rain by William Henry Davies I hear leaves drinking rain; I hear rich leaves on top Giving the poor beneath Drop after drop; ‘Tis a sweet noise to hear These green leaves drinking near. And when the Sun comes out, After this Rain shall stop, A wondrous Light will fill Each dark, round drop;…
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I Suppose It’s Time for an Update
Honestly, I always hesitate to write these posts. Part of it is that I’m tired of writing about it, but the other part of it is that I wonder if you’re tired of reading about it. That’s my insecurity speaking. Then I hear the voice of my friend, Monica, who reminds me that I write…
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Scary Dreams
“Mommy?” she whispered, trying to climb in our big bed. I rolled over and pulled her in, snuggling her in between us, breathing in the scent of freshly washed hair. “Mmmmm?” “I had a scawy dweam.” I opened my eyes and saw her big brown ones staring at my face, desperate. “Do you want to…
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