Where seeds of thought have room to grow
Category: Of Life and Love
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I'm thinking about family, love and sacrifice today – only fitting, I think, considering it's the day we remember the ultimate sacrifice that Jesus made for us. As if dying to save us from our own sins and give us a chance at eternal life wasn't enough, he set an example for us, showed us…
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Suffocation. Blindness. That's how despair feels. It blinds you to all light, hope, faith, joy and love. Things your spirit needs for survival just as your physical body needs air. I felt it years and years ago, remember the darkness all around me, like I had stumbled into a cave, cold, clammy, void of all light…
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A new weekend is knocking on the door and I feel like I just said goodbye to the last one…it was a whole month's worth of faces, fun, and emotion packed into a few short days. It was a weekend of family and friends - Tom's brother Kenny and his wife Cathy drove in from Wichita, Kansas on Thursday. Their future…
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I'm not a country girl. I might live in the country, and I'm not afraid of the dark or walking down a country road alone, or tarantulas. I know how to twirl a stick in front of me to clear unseen spider webs from my path, and to check for scorpions and snakes when I lift…
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After 26 years, just one look says a lot… "You're annoying the hell outa me, but I love you anyway…"
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It's funny. I pass by the bowl ten times a day, but I didn't realize it had become invisible to me until I wrote the post about scouting the other day. I remember where it rested prominently on Hester's headboard-shelf, within easy reach once she was restricted to bed after breaking her hip. I remember her telling me…
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An email from my friend Nancy this morning reminded me how quickly our lives can change….she's a teacher in a tiny 1A district southeast of San Antonio. One of her students was killed in a car accident last night. Her daughter came upon the scene in another car just minutes later. She had just been telling…
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Waking up to silence and soft sunshine, just the ticking of a clock, a bird singing outside the window, instead of the buzzing of an alarm clock slicing through a dream, waking me to a bedroom still cloaked with night…that's why I love Saturday mornings like this…the ones when I have nothing planned but trying…
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"The friend who can be silent with us in a moment of despair or confusion, who can stay with us in an hour of grief and bereavement, who can tolerate not knowing, not curing, not healing, and face with us the reality of our powerlessness, that is a friend who cares." (Henri Nouwen) I wanted to go to a funeral…
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This has been one of those odd weeks that has zoomed by and yet simultaneously seemed to last forever. Weather-wise, it started with fog, which made way for ice, but ultimately the sunshine won out. Emotion-wise, it's been a week of highs and lows as well. At the end of the week, like a glowing beacon, a…
Long Hollow 