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February 27, 2017

The winter has been mild, and the daffodils are already blooming. Too early, in my opinion. In a week or two, the trees will leaf out. I am emotionally not ready.

I like the warmth and bird twitter, but I dread the world filling up with gluttony of green. Every tree wil...

February 20, 2017

I’m exercising on the floor in front of a window. I do “the bridge,” an exercise to strengthen my back. When finished, I lie there watching white clouds move across the blue sky, and I remember....

I remember being little and seeing the world from this low position. Ins...

February 13, 2017

He left the two dogs and me behind to attend an aunt’s funeral service in our hometown, five hours away. My husband will pay special attention to family and bless those brought into close connection with him. And he will inhale the world of South Arkansas once again, a...

February 6, 2017

On the way to town, I often talk to God while driving. Yesterday I asked God to open my eyes and my heart and show me a miracle.

I am surrounded by miracles every day, but I know I probably miss 90% of them. Thinking along that line, I asked the Lord to show me one.

I wa...

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