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(Photo Credit) Most mornings I’m up by six with the goal of ingesting equal amounts of caffeine and silence before the clock strikes seven and the kids tumble down the stairs. This morning when I plopped down on the love seat with the first warm cup of...
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Me and my “bitty-boy,” enjoying the rope swing. She asked what my sense of God was and it came like a flash in my mind. Levi is my “uppie” boy still at three and a half. Lately he’s taken to bargaining to achieve a place on my hip. “If you take me...
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Today I’m grateful to welcome the Unforced Rhythms community to my little space on the internet – Welcome, friends. This past year was a real doozy for me personally, full of all sorts of unexpected ups and downs. 2015 has me feeling...
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She never wore red, although it was her favorite color. But when she died, her coffin was draped with red roses, soft as velvet. And so in the end, dressed in a soft pink housecoat, she wore red and I stood over her casket in black with a red leather purse...
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He gave me a red stone. A ruby pendant dangled, round and full like a pomegranate, wrapped in the Sunday comics, the only colored pages in the midst of stories told in black and white. “I thought you’d like it,” he said, and I did....
