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The Way of Gratefulness; Day 1
I have no excuse. Months ago, I found myself griping over my kids again and realized how ugly it was. Actually, Tim pointed it out. You see, the hour before dinner really is a tough time. Stomach’s are...
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The Way of Gratefulness; Day 3 – Technology
Ok, this thing I’m grateful for and decided I was going to write about last night, technology? Well, that’s pretty ironic, because I spent the half hour before bed looking for my phone which is what...
View ArticleGratefulness, Day 4 – Enough
This evening we went to Costco and stocked up. Apples, bread, pancake batter, mandarins oranges, pizza, sponges, toothbrushes… and on and on. So much so that I groaned a little as I paid for it all....
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Last night, I didn’t post about gratitude. I didn’t feel it. I was worn out from lots of housework, only to find that the hose from the washing machine fell to the floor during a load yesterday causing...
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Gratefulness; Day 7 – Like Minds
When I wrote months ago about being a Highly Sensitive Person, I may have mentioned how sometimes I feel very different than others I interact with. Ok, I don’t remember if I did say that, but I don’t...
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It’s Very Much a Monday
The face of the boy who was woken from his nap and now sits beside me very much awake as I desperately wish to sleep. Praying, God, give me the ability to love and be patient with my children today. I...
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“Sick Day”
I’m banging my head against the wall today. I signed up my kids for VBS this week because I want them to learn about Jesus through fun songs, crafts and games. And, honestly? I also signed them up so I...
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A Bright Light in the Darkness
I wrote these words this past spring and they did not make it up on this blog then. I would like to share them with you now. For three and a half years, I slaved away at Denver Seminary working...
View ArticleThe Day My Son Got Hurt
It was the sixth morning of kindergarten and we were waiting for the bell in the school yard with the other kids and parents. Jack had gathered a pile of rocks and formed a smiley-face with a few...
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How this Perfectionist is Picking Herself Up (Hint: It’s not on her own)
I am a perfectionist. A perfectionist who doesn’t want to do anything wrong, fears others showing me my failures, and who is constantly aware of what I could do better. I am tempted to define myself by...
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