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I sat at the kitchen island prepping brown paper bags with the words, “Beloved Child of God.” Over and over I wrote with permanent markers in one color after another. Everyone who attends the As a Child Retreat will get a bag. Meant to...
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“How will them love me?” This from my little boy with big brown eyes, like a puppy. Standing in front of me this morning in his new Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles shirt, backpack on, he adds, “I have a new shirt.” // “I feel . . . what’s the word? Not scared . ....
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In the early morning darkness, I lay my head back on the couch, face lifted, chest wide, shoulders back. Open. Prayers rise, unbidden, as coffee cools in my cup. Decisions, relationships, lift like smoke, ascending from that tense place in my chest...
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All four kids took turns rummaging, elbow deep, in the large metal pot that holds rusted nuts, bolts, washers and nails. First they made robots, tiny friends composed of wing bolts and screws. They each made three or four and named them based on appearance...
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We’re officially on vacation this week in sunny Florida. We drove down Saturday in one long haul. Our kids did amazingly well and my husband drove for long stretches like a champ. I kept myself awake, driving while he slept, by carving baby...
