Where seeds of thought have room to grow
Category: Just thinking…
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We had two Christmas parties this weekend. Saturday night was so much fun and we stayed up so late, though, that it was hard to work up enthusiasm for our annual church dinner/dance Sunday night. None of our closest friends planned to attend and I couldn't help but wish we had bought tickets to the Daughtry…
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There are some weeks when lighting one candle just isn't enough. This has been one of them. So many of my friends and family - and my friends' families – are in need of prayer right now…from sickness, emergency hospitalizations or kids in trouble…they need our prayers for healing. And then there are so many who are feeling…
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"…I want to get leaner and meaner, sharp-edged & earth-colored, till I fade away from pure joy." This is part of a verse written on a plaque that a friend gave me a few years ago. I thought of these words as I strolled beside Charly this morning on our walk. Yes, he's still scrambling…
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…a houseful of family, including all three of my kids…blue skies and mild temperatures perfect for opening windows, walking through the woods and up to the top of the hill, and playing ping-pong…my mother's cornbread dressing recipe and Thanksgiving Day dinner instructions…double ovens and Chinette plates…in-laws who chip in and help out… I'm grateful for friends…
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I think Kendall's graduation cap and braided ropes hadn't been touched since she placed them on that chest right after the ceremony last June. I untangled the cords, hung them on a hook, and propped her cap up on her dresser. Stoney LaRue's voice floated in from the livingroom speakers…"May God bless you and keep you always, may your wishes…
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It's almost too much for me to fathom that Thanksgiving is only a week away. Why does time speed up so much as you get older? Is it because you start to realize how precious each minute is and you know you've wasted zillions of them already that you can't get back? Do we then…
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On clear days, the morning sunshine spills and splashes into the hollow, but there are places it doesn't reach…spots where the road hugs tight to a steep side of a hill and down along the creek and other places in the woods where the sunlight can't pass through the leaves on the oak trees. There are days…
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In one of my earliest memories, I'm lying in bed with my mother perched beside me…teaching me…"Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray the Lord my soul to keep…" A few years later, she decides I'm old enough for a little more…"Our Father who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name…" The past couple of…
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If I were an artist, I would paint a picture of this hollow as it looked this morning…muted greens and browns along the road where the mists and shadows of night still lingered…blazing golds and reds in the treetops and hillsides basking in the fresh sunshine….Max, Charly and Frankie making their way along the caliche road…
Long Hollow 