Where seeds of thought have room to grow
Category: I believe in prayer
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A friend of mine died yesterday, my Aunt Becky died the day before (the last of that generation on my side of the family) and within the past couple of weeks, four high school friends have lost a parent. On top of that, today is my birthday, the first one since my mom died. Naturally, I'm writing a blog…
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Here we are, more than halfway through January already, and I still haven't taken down my Christmas tree, much less shared with you my word for 2017. Tonight, I decided sharing my word was more important than taking down the tree. That can wait until tomorrow. Or heck, next week. (I'd leave it up all year,…
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Our rain started last night. A determined, confident rain that would match any long-distance runner in the Olympics… persistent and focused. I can hear it even now, picking up a second wind, stepping up its pace. However, except for a few low-water crossings, and unlike poor Louisiana, thank the good Lord there haven't…
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Sweet is the voice of a sister in the season of sorrow, and wise is the counsel of those who love us. ~Benjamin Disraeli When Mama found out she was pregnant with me, she and Daddy already had three children… Buster, 11; Brenda, 7; and Donnie, 4. Brenda, sandwiched between those two rowdy boys,…
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A few days ago, I traded my phone for an umbrella when I took Belle for our morning run/walk down our dirt road. And that's why I don't have a photo of the most beautiful rainbow … a perfect arch above the horizon, and below it, a summer-blue sky that winked at me from behind stormy gray clouds,…
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I think it's time, don't you? Somewhere I read that everything we do, every simple action or word, sends an energy into the world, either positive or negative, ultimately contributing to either war or peace. We can point fingers and lay blame, but to some degree each one of us carries that responsibility…
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My Daddy's been gone two years now, so it's truly a blessing that I can still see him in my mind, alive and well, with eyes twinkling. Even now, I turn to him in tough times and hear his voice encouraging me. Photographs and blog posts help keep his memory fresh. I've spent the…