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What’s Left?

I love a celebration – but sometimes in the hurry and scurry meaning is lost. What remains (and was there before) is a whole lot better. Chocolate bunnies and plastic baskets are done. What’s left? The miracle and the sacrifice. I’m pondering these things…

No End Beginning…

A lazy spring day, long lunch with a friend, the perfect vacation – things we wish wouldn’t end. It’s hard for us humans – endings. Simple things like a beautiful day are one thing but the death of a sweet friend? Unless…it’s not the…

Past Tense…

Sometimes ‘the past’ brings smiles, sometimes tears. Trying to forget, many live on a fast track to whatever tomorrow holds. Always seeking that next best thing, moment, breakthrough. Others, weighed down, can’t move into now. We get lost forgetting that Jesus has already secured…

Hope Grows…

Ever go to bed one night thinking: ‘I can do this’, and wake up the next morning doubting…everything? Those mornings when what you least expected was a melt down – but there you are right in the middle of it? And all I could…

This is America…

Proud to be an American? If this is a bad thing, why does the whole world still clamor to visit or move here? America isn’t just prosperity – although we have enjoyed that. America isn’t just freedom of religion – though we have enjoyed…

Save, Don’t Save…

When I write something and then close it out, a dialog box pops up ‘Save or Don’t Save’. Two little boxes, one big question. Kind of like when we clean out the garage or attic – save, don’t save? Stuff that at one time…

Lost & Found…

Who hasn’t searched for missing car keys, misplaced glasses, an earring? But sometimes we’re searching for deeper things. Sometimes we’re not even looking and something lost finds us. Just this week I found out I have a niece I never knew about – how…

Define Rich…

Ever dream of finding a bag of money or discovering you were left a vast inheritance by a long, lost relative? We live in a crazy world where, by all appearances, money solves all one’s woes. The quest for more doesn’t seem to have…

Comin’ Home…

Mom… she always said ‘Come home anytime’. When I would get a date on the calendar I always called and said ‘I’m comin’ home’. Home was not the house I grew up in, as we moved many times during my childhood. And home wasn’t a place where she…

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