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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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…
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I am grateful to worship a mysterious God. I cannot box him up neatly or know what he is going to do next, or even why. He has no equal. He is God…
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How I love you, winter tree. Your elegant limbs, now uncovered and exposed, stretch and curl into the sky with effortless grace. I can fully see you now. The cheerful clapping of summer is…