Life has been busy and good, with happy moments gracing ordinary days, like fragrant rose petals scattered on a familiar path. A few highlights: Several days ago I logged on to gmail and saw a green dot beside Luke’s name. I was a little surprised to find him online, because he’s currently traveling across West […]
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Today while I was making my lunch I realized a red bell pepper that is perfectly ripe and unmarred is not only sweet, crisp, and tasty, it’s a work of art. With it’s bright-colored skin and jaunty green stem cocked to the side, it’s like a nutritious, delicious bit of Christmas. “And that’s all I
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As per Michelle’s request in the comments, very soon I will answer the question about the little flowers. (It’s actually a rather amusing story.) But right now something else is in the forefront of my mind. You see, Luke left for Dallas this afternoon with his cousin Nathan. Not such remarkable news, except that I
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Wow. The past two weeks have been crazy. But in a good way. On Monday, August 6th, George, Jacob, Luke and I flew to Seattle for JUBILEE’s CD release party. It was amazing! A standing-room-only crowd filled The Triple Door, one of Seattle’s coolest music venues. I wrote about the evening on The Master’s Artist.
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A song is playing in my head and has been for the past week. It’s a song Curtis wrote and intended to use as part of his proposal to Grace. He didn’t, but he sings it in concerts. I wish I could link to a recording, because the music, his guitar, and his voice magnify
I’m in Dallas today. Luke flew into DFW from Chicago yesterday, and my nephew graduated from UNT in Denton with degrees in creative writing and music this morning. We attended the ceremony, which was as pompous and circumstantial as you might imagine, but Luke kept it interesting. Let’s begin with his fashion choices: brown quick-dry
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I’ve read the book of Romans many times, but I don’t remember noticing that name amidst Paul’s greetings before today. Philologus. It’s pretty much the reverse of logophile (word lover), so I’m guessing it means “word of love” or something to that effect. (We do have some Greek reference books around here, but I’m too
For twelve years a flower pot has adorned my dressertop. It was lovingly decorated for me for Mother’s Day by the nine-year-old version of Luke. The school art teacher provided the materials, but she was absent the day the children created their designs. Had it not been for the non-watchful eyes of an apathetic substitute,
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Today is George’s and my twenty-seventh anniversary. To celebrate we’ll be leaving in less than an hour for an exotic vacation in (drum roll please) Fort Worth, Texas! Woo-hooo! First stop will be UT Arlington’s art gallery. Our friend, Adam Werner, is graduating with a degree in painting, and we’re going to see his exhibit.
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I enjoyed the time with Grace as much as I expected to, but we all missed Luke far away in the frozen north. Grace and I spoke with him on the phone for a long time Monday evening. He assured us he’d be fine hanging out with friends and their family. Wednesday afternoon the rest
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