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I see God’s creative finger in all seasons. But never more, I think, than in the spring when life unfurls. These are the days when all that glitters is green. Yet life is sometimes blood-tinged like the color of death in this new leaf. That also carries the color of...
I brush the hair from my mouth and eyes, pull hands up into sweatshirt sleeves, and lean into the wind as we trudge up the path. We gather under the pavilion to struggle into harnesses, clip heavy ropes to anchor loops, tighten helmets. I feel much less brave than I...
[serialposts]I come from a long line of food lovers, and some of my strongest memories are connected to family kitchens I remember in snap-shot snippets. It's no surprise to me that I feel closest to God when I bake. It was only last year when I felt Him smile at me...
We're at Steak 'n Shake. "Takhomasak," gleams the neon sign over the counter. It was years before I "got" it. I'd frown. "Tahk'-oh-mah'-sak." I'd say it slow. I'd say it fast. It sounded Japanese. "Car, table, counter, or takhomasak?" Ooooh. "Take home a sack." Duh!...
It’s hard work these days – with joints that flare and lungs that clog - to...
It's the morning after the morning we remembered the mourning and celebrated...
I stretch out on the blue carpet in front of the family room fireplace, palms...
She'd just climbed up and in when it fell apart and down. The neighbor man...
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