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Posted on Monday, January 29, 2018 11:58 AM
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Posted on Monday, November 20, 2017 12:44 PM
I don't have guest bloggers often enough, and today a I am both honored and excited that my husband (aka Captain Fun) is my guest blogger. You will see that he has a very serious side, and his spiritual insights and discernment often amaze me.
The story to which he refers is found in Genesis 39.
I do not know what you are going through today or where this post finds you. Perhaps in a hospital or waking up to no job or waking up in a prison of a different kind.
I want to encourage you with this. |
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Posted on Monday, August 21, 2017 11:25 AM
The Captain and I launched #6 this summer. Our daughter, Emma, is off to the Coast Guard Academy.
If there is one thing I have learned about the American military academies, it is this: it is hard to get into them and hard to get out of them. The application process is a long, grueling series of forms, interviews, essays, tests and health clearances. If you get accepted (and only a fraction of the kids who apply get in) you report for basic training (Swab Summer) when summer has barely begun; this is followed by a grueling academic year. |
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Posted on Friday, June 02, 2017 10:33 AM
Cleaning out for our move, I came across my old journals.
From the time I was a senior in high school until the day my first baby was born, I journaled almost every day. I recorded with great detail nearly every thought, fact and conversation I had from the first time I saw my husband until the day we got married. Had to share this little gem from 32 years ago.
"On my way out of church I spoke to Robert Sims for a few seconds, wondering all the time if he notices me like I notice him--but desperately trying to cover it up in casual conversation. |
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Posted on Friday, May 12, 2017 11:26 AM
Hope is in swimming lessons for a few weeks, and today I told her I would get in and play with her while we waited for her teacher. Playing has never come easily to me (that's Captain Fun's department), but I knew what I had to do: suit up. Once her lesson began, as I was swimming my laps, I kept thinking of that word...Up...and all the ways we moms might use it.
My oldest is thirty, my youngest is five, and I am, well, a little weary. As I enter this third decade of parenting, I have grown fond of a new (to me) phrase. |
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