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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 Friday, March 08, 2013 11:38 AM
I wanted to ride my bike to the mall with my BFF when I was about 12. My mother saidno.
I told hereverybodyrode their bikes to the mall.
"And if everybody jumped off a cliff, would you jump, too?" she asked.
Why do all my friends' mothers say that? I thought.
When I was 17, a guy who was well over 21 asked me on a date. My mother said I had to wait until I was 18 to go out with him. So I did.
In college, a foreign student invited me to his apartment. |
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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, January 25, 2013 12:16 PM
I have blogged many times about how order escapes me. Now that three of my kids are grown, I remind myself that they turned out well in spite of my quirky disorganized ways. Besides, I tell myself, I have ten kids, and who (except Mrs. Duggar) could be organized with ten kids? Nevertheless, I am constantly trying to improve my methods, and this week I reviewed a book that is truly helpful.
Cleaning House by Kay Wills Wyma takes a new approach to organization. She goes an impressive step further--not only helping her five kids to get organized, but also helping them to get over themselves. |
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!: Posted on Thursday, January 17, 2013 10:50 AM
I have a confession to make: I despise organization.
Don't misunderstand. I would love tobeorganized. But I am convinced my abilities are limited.
Getting ready for church, for example, was a nightmare when I lived in the Bible Belt back when church attire was in a class by itself. Finding shoes and socks that matched 18 feet was a routine Sunday morning frustration--also in a class by itself.. One morning we were down to the wire and I was frantically throwing shows out of the shoe basket, crying, "I |
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