Twenty Dollars Worth of Balls and a Dirt Bath

I could prattle on about my trip to the craft shop early this week, where a bin of hula hoops and brightly colored balls caught my eye. $3.99 the sign said. Since I'm updating the grandkids' toy box I grabbed a couple of balls, the items I went to the store for and checked out.  …

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Fog and Light and my crabby, morning self

I like fog. Maybe because I grew up on the Pacific coast, is why.  Rain assaults you, but fog wraps around like a protective layer... it comforts me... it calms me... it reactivates my hair product. I also like to photograph fog.  As you might imagine, some shots aren't too exciting.  But several mornings ago I got a good …

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Five Minute Friday: Light

I lightly swat the lady bug from the blinds... they split and tear open.  Great, one more thing to replace. Health issues out of the blue... my mother, a son.  Miles separate and all I can do is pray.  All I can do.  Or is it the most I can do? And today of all days... the one I'm …

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Do They Know… I pray?

This morning Andrew left for three weeks of advanced military training.  He's only flying to the middle of America.  It's not like he's flying into the middle of war, but still... I pray and watch the clock and hope I might get a text that all is well... eventually.  I wonder if he feels those prayers? When …

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Ears To Hear

For the last several days I have prayed to keep a guard over my mouth... to not say anything that inflames, insights... or seriously embarasses should my kids overhear. Maybe I should have been more aware of what I allowed in through my ears, settling in my heart? I wonder why we attempt to give the best of ourselves …

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Mattie Mae

I've done a lot of praying for wisdom and strength lately, but today I asked for something new. JOY. I need joy.  This house sorely needs joy. I was flooded with memories of my great-grandmother. She had no material wealth that I know of.  Almost all the years I knew her she lived with her youngest daughter, Ruth, …

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Where The Good Way Is

Some Christmases and birthdays I felt like a failure.  Rarely were there flashy, hot ticket items for boys to unwrap. I tried not to dwell on lack.  I knew things didn't last anyway.  The good stuff is intangible....but hard to package for a son's holiday gift. So instead, boys built snow forts and ice skated.  We made things and we baked …

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