I thought it right and proper that I should post something here before I leave town again for a week. I’m not sure what exactly I plan to say, but I’ll just say it as it comes. Sometimes when you anticipate something, and you attach high hopes and expectations to it, you’re almost bound to […]
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Last night George and I went for a walk through a lovely old neighborhood. There’s one lot at the top of a hill with a steep, crumbling staircase that leads down to the street below. A large, wood-framed house used to sit on the lot, but it was condemned and torn down years ago. No
Delicate snowflakes are falling outside my window. I’m mesmerized by their gentle descent, like a lacy dusting of confectioner’s sugar — God’s kiss on His valentine to the world.
I’ve spent hours writing today. Half of chapter eleven and all of chapter twelve. I’m at a point in the story that speaks to deep, deep places in my soul. I’ve cried today. I’ve cried and marveled and remembered and then cried some more. Good tears. Healing tears. An amazing God rules this universe. How
“I never had a selfless thought since I was born.” Today I was thinking about how everything I do has a selfish motive behind it. At least in part. True, some of it is really great stuff that helps people or makes them happy. But deep down, I know I do it for me. For
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I went to the post office to mail cookies to Luke. (I am such a push-over.) And after that, I went to the grocery store. When I turned into the baking goods aisle, the only other person in it–a heavy-set older woman with too much lipstick and a gaudy flower pinned in the middle of
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The rule is when yucky stuff happens, you’re supposed to count your blessings. That’s a pretty good rule. So I start counting them about like this: 1. my family 2. my friends 3. my home 4. my health 5. my model-gorgeous looks 6. yada, yada, yada Yeah. You get the idea. Remembering my blessings does
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“He who rules over men righteously, Who rules in the fear of God, Is as the light of the morning when the sun rises, A morning without clouds, When the tender grass springs out of the earth, Through sunshine after rain.” The words of a poet-shepherd-king from David’s last song, 2 Samuel 23:3b,4.
Luke will immediately recognize the motivation for this entry, and so will anyone else who read his live journal entry from last night. After reading it and posting my thoughts, I continued thinking about our propensity as humans to be discontent with our circumstances. In summer, we’re too hot, and we long for cold winter
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I know I do. It’s here somewhere . . . probably under the piles of junk mail and catalogs. Or maybe stuffed in the back of my closet. I’ll just have to hunt it down. Yeah. So, Luke is gone. He’s a college guy, acting all collegy and everything. I’ve decided the best thing is