I draw a breath in as I take in the scene on my table. The morning light is clinging to the edges of a tiny cup that I filled with the bluest of blueberries. “Ohh,…
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The birds and tree frogs are venturing out little by little to sing their spring songs. Tiny pink blossoms unfold and sway under the sun’s gentle wooing. It is time for you to sleep…
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Hungry and tired, I rushed out of the grocery store pushing my cold, wet cart to the car. The brisk air seemed to blow right through my thin red coat. Chris was waiting for…
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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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I remember it so well, the day God gave me the clarity I sought so desperately. I wanted a mission statement, a purpose on paper from him. I was reading Ann Voskamp’s photography version…
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It’s raining outside, so come on let’s play. Let’s fold colorful paper into paper boats and slip on our rain boots. We will get wet, but I don’t care. We are alive. Let’s rest…
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I have stopped trying to number the days in this project. It doesn’t make sense if I am not posting daily. I try but often the day drains away before I can get to…
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I found wonder today, without meaning to at all. I was smitten (again) in the produce aisle at my local grocery store. Right there, in between the turnips and the collard greens I saw…