My friend Kristin is a beautiful dancer. But not just beautiful, as many dancers are. There is power in her movement. She is a worshiper and when she offers her gift to God, you…
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I love this picture. It is of my daughter Katie and three of her four new roommates. Last month she moved out into her first house with these beautiful and bright women. I couldn’t…
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It happened in a flash. My coffee cup tumbled over spilling hot coffee onto my books, my computer and the floor. I jumped up quickly to rescue my laptop grabbing kitchen towels to dry…
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Meet my dogs. From left to right is Janey (Jane Austen to be precise), Cowboy and Indiana Appleseed. Cowboy is the oldest of the three. His love language has been physical touch since he…
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I woke up not feeling well today. My throat and body ached. I thought I would press through but the harder I tried the more I realized I would have to rest. When I…
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I walked outside and the skies looked like a picture of my spirit. The blue skies were being swallowed up by incoming gray clouds at an alarming rate. Letting out a sigh I walked…
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It is my favorite time of the day. Magic hour is when the seemingly ordinary morphs into the extraordinary. That tree, that tuft of grass, that fence line, were all seemingly inconsequential just moments…
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This child. How could you not adore her? This is not the first time Emily Grace has been on my blog. She is a star. You can find her here as a baby in a…