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Both hymnals are dark burgundy, the edges of the pages yellowed from wear. They sit in my oldest kids’ rooms. One, I could swear, is the exact hymnal I grew up holding heavy in my hands as we called out numbers and pages and lifted our voices on long...
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This giant Maple is one of many shady spots at our house. They heard the sound of the Lord God walking in the garden at the time of the evening breeze . . . Genesis 3 It’s hot, humid, and I’m sweating just sitting in the evening shade. Crisscrossed in the green...
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Hunt out bright blooms, big and small. Snip. Clutch in one hand, while cutting with the other. Feel the prick of thorns. Inside, grab the new turquoise vase with an hourglass figure. Fill it with water – a tall, cool drink for thirsty...
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A sweet scent filling the produce section announces their arrival. Not the cold, hard strawberries on steroids that travel from distant destinations all year round, but the small red jewels that grow local – leaf-hidden, hovering notes of delight. These are...
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I didn’t paint this, but isn’t it beautiful?! Pink, orange and yellow – Zinnia colors. I squirted them liberally across the top of the old painting’s canvas then mixed them with long brush strokes. I found a bunch of picture frames sitting along a...
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Now his elder son was in the field . . . Luke 15:25 “You are not a slave.” That is what I wanted to say to you when I saw you standing far off in the field. And I ran out to you also. *I really like this painting, but was unable to find...
