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A Little “bit” Of Jesus – 2
"Let the little children come unto me and do not hinder them, for the kingdom of heaven belongs to such as these." ~ Jesus March 3, 2011 is a memorable and meaningful day to my mother-heart. Something happened to my "mid-son", Seth. I wrote the occurrence in deep blue ink on the sacred pages of my journal, just in case, but I don't think I will ever forget. It started with morning meditation when I announced to my 3 little…
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A Little “bit” Of Jesus – 1
It was a holy night eight months ago, when My Love and I celebrated our tenth wedding anniversary with a vow renewal ceremony. Holy sacrament. Holy bent heads. Holy tears of wonder that we had made it this far. Holy voice quiver when vow-words written in black, scrolled on white paper, are spoken again into the grey shades of our reality. That holy night, eight months ago, we stood in the middle of 20 dearest friends ringed arm to arm…
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Ash To Resurrection
Lent. From Ash Wednesday, March 9th to Easter Sunday, April 24th, we tithe one-tenth of our calendar year to Christ in remembrance, sacrifice, prayer. We tithe more self to Jesus in the great aspiration of seeing Him, having Him, holding Him . . . May our forfeits multiply a grasping of the God-King as we parallel our path with the One who walked, starved, endured 40 days in that desert wilderness long ago. From ashes on a Wednesday to resurrection…
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Stranger Things
Stranger things have happened. I climbed into bed yesterday, only to uncover Lego Harry Potter and Lego Ginny Weasley already present between the sheets. They were embracing. I'm not going to panic or fly into a tizzy about the potential thought processes that propelled one of my Lads to arrange such a scandalous scene. After all, it could have been a lot worse. I could have peeled back the sheets to reveal Lego Chewbacca and Lego Princess Leia embracing. That…
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Bieber, BOYS And Backtracking.
Yes, you read it right. I said Bieber. As in, THE one and only, wild-scream inducing, girl-frenzy making, multi-million dollar machine, Justin Beiber. Please don't go, this post is all about the backstory and learning ourselves a lesson. My husband listens to the radio while he's at work and it's a good thing too, because he brings home the culture to our mildly secluded homeschool scene. On one such occasion, we were privy listeners to the J. Bieber lyrics of…
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Face Lifted
If I hadn't lifted my face from the pages of my book, the edge of my eye would not have been caught by the orange blaze, that in turn caused a slow-motion pivot of my head. If I hadn't lifted my face, I would have missed this moment of beholding, capturing a sun setting so strong outside the window of the airplane taking us home. If I hadn't lifted my face, I would have missed wild-fire meets waveless-waters high in…
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Gorgeous Gifts
This man. He loves me full-up, in so many unwarranted ways. He facilitated monetary magic for my 30th birthday by gathering enough dollars from 20 or so friends to buy me this camera. If my face resembles mild confusion, it's because I won't know how to properly use my gift for at least a year or two or seven . . . Then again, I've never been one to do things properly, so I'll just proceed with a prayer for…
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Floppy Hats Are So In
This may come as a surprise to some of you, but I don't have any female offspring. Sometimes I feel the acute longing of being the only-lonely X chromosome carrying species in the house. And sometimes I don't . . .
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New Year’s Revelation
I have wandered and I have wondered these ten years gone and my lips have whispered many things through it all. I sit to tell a story about a thread that has woven itself throughout each holy moment and has consecutively become an irrevocable underpinning to my worldview. The turning of clocks towards a New Year always seems to propel a desire in me for an extended portion of reflective space in my life - looking over my shoulder at…
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