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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...
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(I wrote this post back when winter was still slowly fading, not long after we decided to rehome the first dog we adopted, but I’m just getting around to posting it now. Hopefully next week I’ll finish up a piece about our new dog, Coco, who’s...
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She has something to tell me and we head upstairs after dinner, leaving the boys in our wake. Flopping onto my soft, floral bedspread, surrounded by windows and light, she flops too, glowing with bright beauty. “I like ****,” she says, the words escaping like a...
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I was afraid . . . and I hid (Genesis 3; Matt. 25) The old habit dies hard, the fear that drives one like a hare, hunted, pursued by God-only-knows what terror, darkened shadow, lurking nightmare. I was afraid, Adam said, because I was naked. Vulnerable, exposed, like...
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Every day we battle, literally and figuratively. “Stop arguing with me,” I say. Then, as he continues in protest, I declare, “I’m not going to argue with you!” Meanwhile, he points his little finger-guns at me and “pchoo-pchoo” in my face. “Put your fingers...
