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Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four Eventually he did call for a date. It wasn’t on purpose, but I had to turn him down. I did say that I hoped it would work out the next time. Which was pretty stinking flirty of me. The next time we saw each other was at a friend’s…
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::The Haitian Chronicles:: There were many “incidentals” that we accomplished besides the planned roofing project while in Haiti. The guys built a garbage pit, fixed a widow’s house and made numerous trips to Aquin. Meg and I became school photographers and sweated our way through three hundred and some pictures. It was a real work-out…
grace. when I’m offended. grace. when expectations aren’t met. grace. when there are differing opinions. grace. when I’m wounded. grace. when I’m lost. grace. when I’m misunderstood. grace. in every moment. everyday. “From everyone who has been given much, much will be demanded; and from the one who has been entrusted with much, much more will be asked.” Luke 12:48 I find myself teetering on the edge. Vile, unloving thoughts closing…
She dreamed of it from the time she was a little girl. Someday, beyond the tomorrows, she would be big enough to have her own. A beautiful silver locket. Some girls scoffed at the idea of a locket. They didn’t want one or need one but they got one anyway. Some girls threw theirs away….
There we were, sitting around her kitchen table. Her whole house is warmth and comfort and gentleness. She asks the questions everyone should ask– looks right at me and digs right into the deepest-truest part. “And how are you doing, really? Are you struggling with fear?” Many people have mentioned it, but in statements. “I’m…
Walmart was crowded. People swirling through, grabbing fresh loaves of bread and Florida oranges and stocking stuffers. My own bag of last minute essentials was tucked beside my purse in the cart. “Sleighbells ring, are you listening? In the lane, snow is glistening…” It’s a tradition, started years ago now. The group of us stumbled…
Those pictures were soooo cute! Especially the last one! And the wagon one! And… oh… I just like all of them! 😉
Yeah… my family loves my hubby, too. His age is only a couple years younger than my parents’ ages, so that makes for a weird dynamic. They’re more like good friends rather than in-laws. My brothers like having an approachable older brother that can identify with what they’re going through. And my nine year old sister runs out to us every time we come to my parents’ house and begs for him to push her on their big swing.
It’s so adorable… It makes my heart swell up every time. 😀
My family. 🙂 My sister loves him, he gets along great with my brother, and my parents think he’s awesome. It’s such a blessing that my family loves him, too! 🙂
Yes. yes! It’s wonderful isn’t it?