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ugh . . .
Have you ever glanced at the clock – or noticed the sun sinking in the sky – and then looked down at your own attire and thought, “Well. I’ve made it this far into the day. A shower now seems pointless.”? You know that portion of the day when it appears that every single flat surface in your home is…
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parenting: the slipping away
morning song: a poem
sacred sabbath & rest for the weary
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The Tired & The Worn Out
Don’t you yet understand? Don’t you know by now that the everlasting God, the Creator of the farthest parts of the earth, never grows faint or weary? No one can fathom the depths of his understanding. He gives power to the tired and worn out, and strength to the weak. …
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Meaningful jewelry and a discount code!
A few Five Fridays ago I shared with you the stunning pendants and jewelry available from my friends at Honor Emblem. (They actually are my friends. It’s not just a phrase I’m using. I don’t know if that really matters to you or not – but it often does to me. I love buying products that are supporting real families…
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Five Finds Friday (eleven) (forgotten funny & overpriced sweaters & good dads)
FUNNY What is funny? I don’t know. Calvin and Hobbes is funny. (Yes, it still is funny to me. And my son is obsessed with the cartoon kid. Every day he reads these cartoons to me.) I’d like a new laugh-out-loud funny book to read or television show to watch. Why don’t you guys help me out this week? Fill…
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contrary truth
You want to know something true but so contrary? You can have a day that feels as if the very air of the universe is aligning and giving you good gifts. Friends can send you the sweetest texts and your grocery bill can be paid by a complete stranger. You can hold the good gifts in both of your hands…
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procrastinating, a survey for you and the ramblings of life
Procrastination is for real, you guys. I mean – you might think it’s just for college students or something. But. It. Is. Not. Right now I am putting off completing an article I need to turn in. And putting off shifting the laundry from the washing machine to the dryer. Delaying folding the heap of clean clothes on top of…
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to live like I mean this …
Hudson Taylor, a missionary to China in the late 1800’s said, at a low point in his life, suffering from failing health, “I cannot read; I cannot think; I cannot even pray: but I can trust.” An absolute Act of the Will. That’s what trust is. A Choice. That’s obedience. To choose to act on what you know to be…
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snow matters.
All I’ve got today is this …. Snow is my favorite. Not my favorite as in I-Want-To-Live-In-A-State-Where-Winter-Means-A-Weekly-Snow-Storm-And-My-Face-Always-Feels-Frozen. More like my favorite as in Once-Or-Thrice-A-Winter-A-Good-Snow-Storm-That-Shuts-Life-Down. I love that kind of snow. I love the finality and the theatrics with which the south treats snow flakes. Lock down and stay home and eat soup and drink hot chocolate and serve up seven…
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Five Finds Friday (ten) (blueberry muffins and cuddl duds)
So – here we go, Friday. FUNNY Jen Hatmaker. She’s so funny. I’ll stop talking about her one day, but I don’t know when. I’ll write a blog post soon that no one will read because I’ve talked about her too much. But I’ll still be reviewing her book For the Love which I finally finished listening to on…
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so much water . . . .
I have a friend whose Instagram handle is “treading water”. I smiled when I saw it the first time. She has four young children and I understood the sentiment all too well. As I was pushing the pictures up on my phone this week and saw her name pop up, I thought of that title once more. Treading water. Yes.…
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Not My Father’s Son: A Book Review
What’s the difference between a memoir and a biography? I really have no idea. I don’t read all that many of either category, but every time I do I realize that I probably should read more of them. They’re so interesting. It’s a look into another human’s psyche – their view of the world and of themselves and the stuff…
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a Monday kitchen fix.
What? It was Monday? I mean, do you ever feel as if you blink and then – I don’t know – a week goes by? This morning when we left our home the kitchen legitimately looked as if a kitchen-sized hurricane had passed through. We visited the grocery store for the first time in two weeks the night before and…
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Five Fridays (nine)
FUNNY I sent this poem by Wendell Berry in a text to my dad the other day. Luckily he thought it was funny too. FASHIONABLE Undoubtedly, this is the hardest entry for me each week. What in the world do I know about fashion? Wait. I’ll tell you. Absolutely nothing. Recently hannaH told me that a friend of hers put…
