Where seeds of thought have room to grow
Category: I believe in prayer
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Tuesday afternoon around 3, I got a phone call that derailed the rest of my plans for that day, and shifted all others for the rest of the week… My mother had fallen, the nurse said. EMS was on its way. What hospital did I want her taken to? Frustration with her welled up…
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Each morning since my old puppy Max passed away, Belle and I have ended our walk in the little cemetery where he, Charly, Chewy, Ruthie, and Frankie are all buried. It may seem like a bittersweet way to start the day, but I believe it has helped me, and maybe Belle, transition to…
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Two days ago I knelt beside Max and whispered in his ear that it was okay if he just let go. I told him he had trained Belle well, and she would take awesome care of us, and if Charly was close by, asking him to come play, that it was okay.…
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“It was an odd friendship, but the oddnesses of friendships are a frequent guarantee of their lasting texture.” ~Ford Madox Ford First thing this morning, my heart was broken. I was preparing to do my homework for a class, had barely started eating my cereal, when I checked my email and saw the…
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Thanks to you… …I slept in a little this morning, until the impatient sunlight pestered me awake. …I walked with the dogs along a country road, safe and free. …I'll spend time with my family, maybe play some ping-pong with my kids or watch a movie. Thanks to you… …I grew up in a…
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We shared Easter dinner with all of our kids today, no small feat once your kids get married and other families expect to see them on the holidays, too. It's been a busy week. Besides Mama's hospital adventure, I started an intense 7-week real estate training course, which includes journaling and other homework, like…
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Mama lies in a hospital bed beside me, still groggy from anesthesia. I listen to her breathing, every now and then glancing up from my laptop to the monitor above her bed to check her oxygen level. For me, it started with a call yesterday morning at 4:30. Mama was having difficulty breathing and an ambulance was on its…
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I have a confession: I often forget to write down my sweet!s right when I notice them. …if I even notice them to begin with. That's when composing this weekly post of mine becomes a real challenge, but even more important to accomplish. It forces me to stop and reflect on the seven days just passed ……
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The simplicity of winter has a deep moral. The return of Nature, after such a career of splendor and prodigality, to habits so simple and austere, is not lost either upon the head or the heart. It is the philosopher coming back from the banquet and the wine to a cup of water and…
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