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Sometimes ordinary moms turns into mama-bears. Just threaten our children and watch us craze. On the upper doorposts of the rooms that hold our family, or that held our family before kids grew up and left, yet still hold one more kid, there are mama-bear tracks....
She stands on the thin, white carpet, anxiously waiting to salute the judges and begin a routine she has undoubtedly practiced well over a thousand times. She seems stiff, a fleshly statue under an enormous amount of stress and I find myself hoping she won't crumble...
Her name tag reads “Colleen.” She wears blue scrubs, and the embroidered patch on her shirt reads “Eye Surgery…Something.” She sits still, bent to the side a tad with right elbow leaning on the chair arm, palm on cheek. She’s crossed right knee over left and...
I’ve long been impressed by the power of the shortest verse in the Bible. “Jesus wept.” – John 11:35 The verse has been in many sermons over the years. Every time I’ve heard the verse used it was in the context of showing Jesus’ humanity and that it shows He knew pain...
God has some wild imagination. Just picture those hapless Israelites, out...
The streetlamp outside the bedroom window casts a gentle glow about the room...
I brew a cup of Darjeeling, then slather a toasted sourdough English muffin...
Our girl and I cuddle on her bed with the pink sheets and purple patchwork...
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