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Posted on Thursday, May 02, 2013 10:30 AM
Because I am the youngest of eight, my parents and siblings have referred to me as the baby ever since I can remember.
I have ten kids. I have changed thousands of diapers, spent over a hundred hours in labor and been pregnant for approximately seven years of my life. But no matter what I do, to them I will always be the baby. I have never understood it. Until Hope came along.
It could be because I had her when I was closer to 50 than 40. Or maybe it's that the whole family dotes on her. |
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Posted on Wednesday, April 24, 2013 10:26 AM
The older I get, the more I realize there are folks who have invested in my life whom I know I could never repay.
When my new best friend, Pan (don't dare call her "Pam") invited me to church where her daddy was the preacher, I went. As far as I remember, the first time I heard him share the Gospel, I committed my life to Christ. It didn't matter that I was only nine and didn't fully understand. I knew I needed forgiveness, and Brother Jackson told me where to find it. |
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Posted on Tuesday, March 26, 2013 10:53 AM
When March 1st came, I breathed a sigh of relief that we had had such a well winter.
On March 2, Hope got a stomach virus. We had company coming--friends from Vermont. Our friend Karl Swanke (#67--look him up) played for Green Bay in the 80's and his visit was perfectly timed with our church's March Madness sports theme. He planned to say a few words at church while he and his wife, Maggie (one of my favorite people) were with us for the weekend college shopping with their daughter. |
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Posted on Wednesday, February 27, 2013 10:42 AM
For twenty five years I have been raising kids, frequently feeling stuck in a time warp much like Bill Murray in the movie Groundhog Day. As soon as one child gains a little independence, another arrives. But lately I have had such a sense of time and the inevitable changes it brings. Three kids have left the nest, and three more are perched on the branch, preparing to fly. Some still a few years away, but I know it will seem like no time at all.
Looking out the window on the way to church Sunday morning, I caught a glimpse of an elderly gentleman ambling toward a cemetery. |
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Posted on Friday, February 08, 2013 11:12 AM
Once again I am reviewing a book for Waterbrook Press' Blogging for Books group. If you're looking for a children's book to explain Easter and then some to your kids, pick up God Gave Us Easter by Lisa Tawn Bergren
"On Christmas we remember Jesus' birthday, but on Easter we remember that we get to be with Him forever," Papa Bear tells Little Cub.
Parents will appreciate the simple approach to Easter that the author takes. But I was also surprised to find that she also delves into such theology as the root of Jesse and how death comes from life. |
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