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He’s Thirteen.
I’ve been writing about this boy for his entire life. That time he brought me flowers in his grubby four year old hands. His obsession with soy lecithin and BHT that sent our entire family down a new food direction. The lessons he has always been teaching me. If I spend too much time reading back through…
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redemption, small scale. (but is there a small scale?)
God can redeem anything. You guys. He really absolutely can. We can have all this head knowledge, right? We can know stuff and say that we know stuff and we can think that we know stuff. And then. Our theology falls painfully short when all the stuff hits the fan. All. The. Stuff. Then we find out in a…
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the weekend report.
It’s that rambling from the weekend time. I took two cups of those delicious sweet strawberries and made my first 2018 batch of strawberry jam – complete with the memories that come with the jam process every year like clockwork. And still in that same old bowl. Goodness, but that jam is delicious. Maybe it’s the nostalgia that tastes…
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Five Finds Friday (strawberries and kids who write songs to avoid doing what I ask)
Last week I missed writing this weekly feature because of work deadlines and someone actually told me that they missed reading it that week. Which makes a late night writer like myself feel appreciated – so thank you. funny I live in a madhouse. A circus. A carnival. And like all circuses and all carnivals, when…
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A Day in the Life – not so lucky
The day before yesterday Otto found nine four leaf clovers in our yard. NINE. And I found three. (Which beats my life time score of finding four leaf clovers – previously I had only ever found one four leaf clover. In my entire life.) I thought maybe Otto’s luck would transfer over to our whole family. But…
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stored up words . . .
Some things. In no particular order. I try to schedule only one or two meetings for work each week. That keeps the load manageable in between homeschool and the pesky fact that everyone in my house (me included) likes to eat at routine times. Plus the additional fact that managing a home takes an actual time allotment. Who knew?…
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What is there – and what isn’t. What we see and what we don’t.
It’s a funny thing. Perception. What is real vs. what seems to be real. What is true vs. what feels true. What other people see and what is actually going on. What we think we said and what someone else thinks they heard. I’d wager a bet that perception is to blame for most all of our misunderstandings with…
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the days.
The stack of stuff to do on any given day is high. The ability for me to focus lately is low. Maybe it’s spring fever or distracted living or too many plates spinning while riding a tilt-a-whirl. It’s not the first time I have felt like this. It will not be the last. They’re all seasons, right? And they…
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Five Finds Friday (actually four – lyrics misheard and ice cream plus chocolate)
Man. March is ending. The last couple of weeks have been excessively occupied. Here we go. This is just the season currently. (I just don’t want this to be the season permanently.) Of course, if there is one thing the living of my life has taught me it’s that things don’t last. Seasons don’t stay forever. Stuff changes. So…
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Adventuring with Bergen: An Early Birthday Trip
What a busy busy week it was last week. Even though it was a few weeks early, Bergen and I took off to celebrate his thirteenth birthday. We had to seize our opportunity early because his birthday wish for his adventure was to go skiing. And you just can’t go skiing in the south in April. Shoot,…
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don’t stop tucking them in
“Wait,” she says, grabs my arm and pulls me toward her. “Let’s lie here and look for the lightning.” It’s bedtime and the darkness has long enveloped the house and the rain is beating down again. We watch in silence for a few minutes. Then we talk about the movies she wants to see and why Hermione…
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Five Finds Friday (fanny packs. green goddess dressing. hats. mug rack. buddies.)
I like sunshine. I like snow too. But the sunshine at the end of the week here has been everything I ever needed, standing right in front of me ….. (Oops. I’m slipping into Greatest Showman songs. It happens more often than you would care to know.) Today is Friday and even though this weekend holds an early Saturday…
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do. not. despair.
I’m watching my girls play soccer at practice and there’s a parade of legging-clad legs, shin guards, hair flapping. It’s cold for March and their hoods are all up and I know the singular focus of foot to ball and the energy spent is something each of my three daughters on that field need, more than they know. More…
