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    In My Arms

    I sit on the edge of her bed, waiting for her to stop stalling at bed time. “One more snack, Mama.” “You’ve had three already.” “I want yogurt.” “But you’ve had four yogurts already today.” “Do you have watermelon?’ “Yes…” “Ok, I’ll have that.” “Oh...”  she continues so innocently,…

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    Connect

    We sit in a food court like two teenagers, talking about anything that flies into our minds.  My Mom and I – just the two of us, enjoying a rare date together while our men watch the children.  We laugh at water sloshing in the car and compliment a…

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    When the impossible, isn't.

    Seeking beauty we trekked down country roads and up steep hills and over rocks and moss-covered landscapes.  One goal in mind – get to the bottom of the falls.  Our six-year-old spoke the dream a week ago and my response was an automatic, ‘that’s impossible’.  This falls is over…

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    Expectant

    I spent this whole week in anticipation of the weekend.  I had already wished the days away on Monday morning.  Ironically, it was one of the worst weeks I’ve had in a while.  I spent every day preparing for what was coming, rather than engaging in the present.  I…

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    Identity

    I find myself in a gentle stream where birds chirp above, minnows scatter below and the fallen trees bounce in shimmering water.  “Homeschool” at its richest.   My boots fill completely with icy water while I desperately chase a Spring frog.  I laugh hard – right out loud, so…

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    Gift (of time)

    For me, gifts come in various forms.  I’ve never been a lover of gifts nor expectant of them.  I’m appreciative of a pretty box wrapped in a bow, but, there are much deeper, more meaningful ways to tell me “I love you”.  And I’m convinced there is a universal…

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    Vivid

    Webster’s first definition of the word VIVID is about color – hues that are very strong, high in chroma.  I like the second definition much better.  It speaks of VIVID having the “appearance of a vigorous life, or freshness”.   Ah, a vigorous, fresh life.  Now, that’s what I want. Two days ago I cried on…

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    Christmas Is…

    Blessed.  Beautiful.  Bountiful.  But a Moment. The Joy of Giving… Painting fingers for our finger print snowmen Christmas balls… Bow, bows, shiny and new… Blessed Times… All for and all from the Saviour. Molly cuddles with a sick baby girl… first Christmas with our pup… Simon’s way of ‘helping with…