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Yesterday afternoon, the setting sun tinted the fog a rosy pink and the trees, darkened by the rain, stood out stark against a backdrop of cotton candy. It looked like a scene straight out of a fairytale. Today great gusts of wind work to sweep away the...
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. . . we are invited to forget ourselves on purpose, cast our awful solemnity to the winds and join in the general dance. – Thomas Merton in New Seeds of Contemplation The twins perched on the back of the couch banging on the window with a screw driver and...
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But Sarah’s heart was full. It was as full as when the sounds of her own children had filled her house. – in “The Mitten Tree” by Candace Christiansen Everywhere I look people are writing about the silence, the quiet hush of these...
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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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Don’t you just love this old picture I stumbled across online? [The holiday break’s officially over and as I headed out to wait for the bus with the older two, the twins were ecstatic to have a few moments to themselves to “steal” something...
