Don’t Be a Time Capsule Friend
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Don’t Be a Time Capsule Friend

I was having lunch with a beautiful young lady the other day, and we were commiserating on our individual inabilities to remember birthdays and holidays.  She was telling me of a funny time when her mother had broken a cherished bowl.  She found a replacement at the street fair one day in late October and...

Coming Down the Ladder
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Coming Down the Ladder

My husband and I were painting the house this past weekend, which is a little easier since I really don’t have too many fears.  As a matter of fact, I most likely need a good dose of fear sometimes just so that I can stay on track.  Consequently, I had no problem whatsoever going up that...

Constantly Constant
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Constantly Constant

Being married is hard.  Being a mother is hard.  Being in any relationship for any length of time with any person is hard. I mean, let’s face it: We all live this life through a lens focused on self, and self often doesn’t like it when self is being mistreated. Truly this isn’t news to...

Coffee in My Wine Glass
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Coffee in My Wine Glass

  Have you ever run all over your house looking for your glasses when they were on your head?  How about screaming to the person on your cell phone that you can’t find your phone?  A young mother just told me that she couldn’t figure out why her other three children kept looking at her...

The Reason We Let Them See
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The Reason We Let Them See

My youngest son, Miles, and I have a unique mother/son relationship.  We most definitely relate on a familial level, but also he appreciates my counsel.  As a minister, much of what I do for women is counsel, but rarely does a parent experience that sort of relationship with her child. Miles, on the other hand,...

The Swing
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The Swing

Chubby hands clutching the ropes. “Higher! Higher,” she squeals. Only clouds and sun and sweet wind kiss her face. No cares, no worries. And nurturing hands push her upward.   More securely now, small hands on the ropes, “Higher! Higher,” she screams. Bows and ribbons and grass and tops of trees; Innocence on her lips,...

A Warrior’s Tears
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A Warrior’s Tears

The room is dark, and the bottle is close.  As she raises it to her lips with trembling hands, she knows that the burning liquid will dull the ache in her heart…for a moment. What she doesn’t see is the lone figure standing in the corner of her room, sword hanging loosely by his side,...

Persevering Like the Snail
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Persevering Like the Snail

We’ve all done it.  We’ve all invested time and energy into someone or something and then come to the horrible conclusion that nothing is changing.  Nothing we seem to do or say helps them or changes them or even seems to reach them. When is it enough?  When do we stop hoping, stop trying…stop praying?...