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Dinner time at our house is often insane, well, make that always insane. But every once in awhile, when I’ve had it up-to-here with the volume and intensity, I set a few small candles in the center of the table and turn off the overhead...
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I’m here to make a confession. Are you ready? Here goes . . . I’ve become a little obsessed with the tall leather boots everyone seems to be wearing these days. Boots paired with skinny jeans, boots paired with dresses, brown boots, black boots,...
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Last night, in a charming bid to avoid bedtime, one of my three-year-olds asked me, “Where does shadows go?” I stood in the dark doorway explaining about darkness and light until they seemed satisfied. Then, when the other boy woke at 3 am in a...
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Kneeling on the cold stone hearth each morning, facing yesterday’s ashes cold and gray as death, ignites a necessary humility. Today’s fire must be made from what lies at hand – life and heat coaxed from pages of an old newspaper, ...
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Eggs arrive one-a-day, like manna. We run to check the nest box, Israelites leaping at first light, hands open, to gather the mystery of provision from unlikely places. Photo Credit. Linking with Playdates with God and the Unforced...
