Tag: writer
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The Kitchen Table
On Sunday’s I spread out and don’t worry about the mess. Sitting at the kitchen table I snapped a photo for you and to some it may look cluttered, but to me it tells the story of how I’m living my life. My home is being used as storage for this kitchen table. One day,…
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Like the Prodigal
When I first started blogging, there was a song by TobyMac called, “Lose My Soul“, and a phrase in that song was branded in my mind. “I don’t want to gain the whole world and lose my soul.” No matter where blogging took me, I was to remain true to those words. In 2014 I…
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Life’s Little Rewards
I’ve got a real thing for matches. Probably because of my love for candles and the matches are used to light them. This offers ritual to use a long wooden match to light a candle and you should try it. I’m sitting in front of the book table while writing this. I don’t even call…
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Slowly Fading Away
To the beautiful soul who has lost their spark. To the soul whose get up and go, has went and truly gone. This is for you. This is to remind you, that you don’t have to be everything to everyone, every day. You didn’t sign up for that. Remember when you used to laugh, sing…
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Moments Like These
I’ve been invited to join a church, so I went to a meeting to listen to the vision of the church and the direction they’re headed in. I haven’t been to a meeting like this in 20 years, but enjoyed it and we’ll see where it leads. Like the meme we’ve talked about says, I’ve…
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A Greater Plan
I change my mind often and it can be something small like moving the bird bath bowl from one side of the yard, to the other, or something bigger like rearranging all the furniture in my house. Changing my mind produces tangible results, so when the unexpected occurs it’s not so disruptive. I heard once,…
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One Year Later
Earlier this week I ordered groceries online and had them delivered to my home. It wasn’t much, just a few things I was running out of, mainly half and half. I met the delivery person outside where he’d parked his vehicle in front of the house. After handing me the parcels he said, “Let me…
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The Watering Can
On Monday’s, a friend and I Marco Polo one another just to stay connected and current in each other’s life. She’s going through a season I traveled through 10 years ago and even though hers is unraveling differently, the end result will be the same. During one of our Marco Polo exchanges she said, “At…
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Never
The wind subsided, but a crash of thunder caused me to sit straight up in bed. My daughter says that living in this house nestled underneath massive oak trees during high winds has scarred me for life and she’s not wrong. I’ve seen what wind can do and living here has instilled an enormous respect…
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A Windy Day
He lives alone, just like her, and their houses sit side by side. She keeps an eye on him much to his chagrin, but by watching him she learns how to keep her own life in order. She asked him once, “How do you know so much about everything?”, and he replied, “I’ve just been…
