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I Don’t Know How to be Smart
I stood watching him pound his fingers hard and fast over the piano keys, his brows furrowed in concentration, his tune without skill or purpose. “Do you like how I play?” he haltingly asked. I had...
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His Grace Toward Me
I sat at my desk, deep in thought as the gentle breeze lent a slight chill to the room. The children played in another room, their laughter wafting up occasionally as they chattered. Suddenly, the...
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Stories Were Meant for Sharing
We sat by the pool in sun weakened plastic chairs – Me, with my eyes ever on the darting children. Him, in his golden years, simply enjoying the shrieks and the laughter of childhood abandonment. We...
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Tune My Heart
Beautiful and stately with its hardwood exterior and ornately carved flourishes it resides in the heart of our home. The illusion of elegance with its dusted frame and regal appearance. A brief moment...
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The Wasp and the Caterpillar
In the past few weeks my mind has been opened up to this whole new world of caterpillars, butterflies and host plants. I had no idea that butterflies are attracted to different types of flowers and...
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Adventure
Three long sighs emitted from the small body. The build up to something grand. “I know how to make an adventure start,” he shared. “I just need to run away.” “Oh? What type of adventure do you...
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Nothingness, Pretenses & the Gospel
Life has been full to the brim – and I need to remember these words shared here before. Morning dawns early, breaking the rest of the weary and another day stretches before; a day that will play out...
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The Year I Decided to Talk to Strangers
We stood in a long line, empty bellies waiting to be filled, their boyish whistling tunes passing the time. The man in front of us turned and smiled bright; “Your whistling makes me feel brave and like...
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Pencils and Talking and No One is Listening
The boys were given these pencils and, curious about how they worked, asked us as we drove home in the dark. “They’re pretty fun,” I started. “You use the lead and once it breaks you pull the white...
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The Truth About Feelings
I shared the following account a few years ago … and I have found that the words the Lord gave me to nourish a hurting little boys heart have been the words He has used to nourish my own. Is it truth?...
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