Where seeds of thought have room to grow
Category: My Evolution
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A truly rich man is one whose children run into his arms when his hands are empty. ~Author Unknown On one of the last visits I had with my Daddy before he passed – maybe even the last one – his face lit up in a smile at the sight of me and…
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To all God's beloved who are called to be saints: Grace to you and peace from God our Father and the Lord Jesus Christ. ~Romans 1:7 "The memory of those who have gone before us, to whom we are linked by bonds of fidelity and gratitude, must also accompany us in all the acts of…
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Starting a sweet! journal was a great idea! For once, I've remembered to record them every day. (At least for three weeks. But I think that's a record.) I keep the journal open on my bathroom counter. Every evening I'm reminded to reflect on the day and the blessings I've received. It's funny how…
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The day after I mailed my Christmas cards this year, I came across my Christmas letter from 2009. It was in one of the boxes I brought from my parents' home. In it, I read about what each one of us had been up to that year. For one thing, I discovered Facebook that…
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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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First came love… Then came marriage… Then came Tommy in a baby carriage! (After a few years of pre-children fun, of course. And a new perm.) Okay, you can’t really see Tommy in that one, but trust me, he’s in there. Here’s a better one. Oh my gosh, isn’t he precious? …
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My middle son turned 27 today. My "baby" turned 24 this summer and my oldest will be 30 in December. Yikes! I can only imagine how my mom feels, knowing her baby (me) is 56. But I can see in her eyes when she looks at me, even though our roles are somewhat reversed…
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So, house, we love thee, as we could not loveA palace wherein no pulse of love had struck,Where farewells had not been—and whereNo busy memories haunt the vacant rooms.~J.J. Britton (1832–1913), "A Home" I'm nearing the end of this summer's journey of clearing out my parents' home. My childhood home. …
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Thirty-three years. That's officially how long Tom and I have been married as of this evening, around 6 or 7 pm. And they said you couldn't find lasting love in a bar… …No more looking for love in all the wrong placesLooking for love in too many facesSearching your eyes, looking for tracesOf what..…
Long Hollow 