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    Too Much Stuff… for when your soul aches for less.

    It’s the day after Christmas and we’re in Toys R Us.  I feel my throat swelling inside of me.  It’s the last place in the world I want to be after two days of massive, sickening consumption.  Our children received everything on their wish lists and yet, they want…

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    Childhood and Rest.

    It was a breath-taking August afternoon.  The sun was hanging mid-sky and the breeze was warm with the remains of Summer’s last days.  Our children were piled around me as we leaned up against our old fence.  Under the shade of the Walnut tree, we read. We giggled through classics…

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    Being and Doing.

    I’ve come to realize the idea of ‘rest’ is hard for me.  I literally just don’t like to sit down.  I much, much prefer to be busy: cleaning, cooking, chopping, planning, gardening, running, moving – doing. But I’ve also come to realize how important it is to slow down.  To…

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    See

    Our bikes skid down a narrow gravel path as we approach the newly re-landscaped green space.  I  never understood why they dug it up to begin with – we loved it just the way it was, all wild and natural.  Rocks dropped everywhere, toads and fish under every surface.…

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    I Have All I Need.

    Another flyer arrives in our little mailbox and my heart pounds.  Advertisements for pillows and vases and more Spring-like STUFF haunt me.  They haunt me while I pray for a young boy in Uganda who wants only to be healthy. And we say we care.  We care about the…

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    Stop.

    just a little while.I just finished reading Katie Davis’ book, “Kisses from Katie”.  If you haven’t read it, I strongly encourage you to purchase a copy, get out your highlighter and tissues, and go to town. The reading of this book coupled with so many other things going on…

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    Good-Bye (Thirst)

    Yesterday, we had no water. Well, I guess we didn’t have ‘NO’ water, but our taps were not flowing.  We live in the country and our house is… um… old, to say the least.  Sometimes, our water runs out.  It dries up.  We forget to fill our cistern.  The pump burns…