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The remedy for regrets ::: Rejoice

As the ornaments were removed from the tree this Christmas and placed in their storage box until next year, a wave of regret rushed over my heart.  Promises to finish our Truth in a Tinsel ornaments were never kept.  Promises made two years ago. The memories played through my mind.  My precious child, two years… Continue reading The remedy for regrets ::: Rejoice

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Endure with Joy (lessons from the RV)

It has been a year since we have been displaced. I used the term displaced loosely. I have friends in Guatemala who have no place to lay their heads or accumulate belongings.  They are displaced in the real sense of the word. But, here in Texas among my circle of friends, selling a spacious home without… Continue reading Endure with Joy (lessons from the RV)

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Choose joy

It has been a while since I have last sat at the computer to post to the blog.  I apologize for my delay; however, I cannot say I am sorry for the reasons I have been away. God has been working things in and out of my life.  Working out the bad and working in the… Continue reading Choose joy

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I discovered a treasure in my RV!

One morning last week, on my way back to our new home in the RV, my thoughts veered toward and lingered on our cramped living circumstances awaiting my arrival. Forgetting we are in the middle of an amazing adventure with God, I allowed my mind to dip into the weary well of despair and drink… Continue reading I discovered a treasure in my RV!

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Don’t ditch your swim trunks (hope and swimming holes)

In my early years of social work, I had the privilege of transporting foster children to their medical appointments and family visits.  One of my favorite children was Arthur.  Arthur is now an adult.  But, when I entered into foster care, he was about eight years old.  Arthur stole my heart. And even though I… Continue reading Don’t ditch your swim trunks (hope and swimming holes)

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Discovering painted skies in a colorless day

Husband’s out of town.  I’m holding down the fort. Camden’s running fever.  Tucking him in to bed, my weary mom cheek to his warm forehead, I pray for his comfort and healing. The setting sun and rolling in of night hasn't dampened Caleb’s lively spirit.  Lego construction is in full force.  Offering enticement to close his eyes, I… Continue reading Discovering painted skies in a colorless day

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Discovering beauty on the other side of the coin

As we were leaving the Chimpanzee movie last week, I expressed to Caleb my frustration with the bad guys (or evil chimps) in the movie.  Caleb paused.  Then, using his gift of goodness, he gently corrected his mother. You’re only seeing what the producer of the movie wanted you to see and the way he… Continue reading Discovering beauty on the other side of the coin

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In the meantime…(while hoping for candy in the nice time)

A child begs his mother for candy. And she refuses his request. Not now, son.  You can have candy later.  In the meantime, let’s get our shopping done. The child, realizing adults have mean times, yet full of hope, relentlessly inquires. Then, in the nice time, I can have candy? Children are eager to live in… Continue reading In the meantime…(while hoping for candy in the nice time)

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A change in *SEE*nery

Last week, my husband and I retreated to the Texas Hill Country.  Compared to our city surroundings, it was certainly a change in scenery. And the colorful change was welcomed heartily. There’s another panoramic alteration not so easily embraced. The one instigated internally. Let me explain. On any given day, I can pass through our… Continue reading A change in *SEE*nery

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Winter fruit {changing the WAY I see}

Seasons in a lifetime. The spring of growth and refreshment. The summer’s enjoyment of warmth. The autumn change.  And the winter’s stillness. Frosty.  Cold.  And often bitter. Eyes absorbing the bleak.  The chill biting my flesh.  Hearing the sharp cracking of ice. A numbing from exposure to the frigid. The dead of winter. I want to… Continue reading Winter fruit {changing the WAY I see}