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January 30, 2017

It’s always stressful, and I misplace things almost every day. When I misplace something, it is a loss. I stand and gaze, not believing I can’t find my ring, poem, keys, whatever is missing.

I usually find them, but meanwhile, I am stressed. I feel like a lost child mys...

January 23, 2017

I am using that word more and more. Maybe I’m more aware of the act of sacrifice than ever before.

Military families know. When people die for their country, it’s sacrifice. Jesus dying on the cross was the ultimate sacrifice.

Moms and dads sacrifice. Spouses sacrifice f...

January 16, 2017

Fog, mist, chill in the air.

I visit a friend who just rescued another dog.

She worries aloud that she has no place to permanently keep the sweet dog.

A yellow Lab mix. Beautiful. One leg hobbles as she moves, but the dog still gives and receives love and touch.

What in th...

January 9, 2017

My niece, on Christmas break from college, has been visiting for a few days. She has been sick with the crud. I notice how she lets blankets and worship music soothe her.

I understand. A song can get stuck in my head for the entire day, insisting on comforting me.

One of...

January 2, 2017

Phone calls are helping rebuild a relationship.

25 years or more have passed, and my son finally told me about a hard memory. I don’t recall the incident, but everything sounded in line with who I was at the time. I asked for forgiveness for “shutting him down,” not let...

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