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When Daffodils Bloom Early

Her grandmotherly hazel eyes brighten. Looking through the window pane, she sees and savors the early bloomers, her yellow daffodils. Snow melts in patches around the front yard garden. One flower...
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Chew The Meat And Spit Out The Bones

 When I was young, I remember listening to a sermon that left me full of questions. I asked my mother to help answer some of the questions I had.  She tried her best, but it had been a long day and...
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The Gift Of Giving

In our early twenties, my sister and I lived in Chicago, where we worked and paid our way through university. My sister had a really great job at the Lyric Opera House, and every week, they would put...
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Your Choice

Bedazzled by four hundred-plus hits on a website featuring crafts, I studied the images for the perfect wall plaque of Joshua 24:15, “as for me and my house we will serve the Lord.”
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Redirect The Spotlight

Did you follow the 2024 Summer Olympics this year? It’s amazing to see athletes from around the globe compete at the highest levels. It’s fun to witness world records get set or broken, and to see...
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My Story?

We sat in a circle in our group leaders’ living room. It was another week of Rooted, and one of the couples in our group was sharing their story. We had not been meeting for very long and we all...
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Floaters

“I’m leaving you with the responsibility of taking care of our fish, Nancy,” were Dave’s departing words as he left on a bike trip to Canada. 
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Long And Wide Tables

If my memoir had a title, it would be Everything I Know about Life I Learned at Church Camp. I just returned from Willow’s Camp Paradise, where God rocked my world yet again.
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A Tale Of A Bunny Tail

My oldest child, Kristen, was 3 years old. I was running late to her dress rehearsal for the dance recital.  Juggling my 1-year-old with one hand, I sat on the park district studio floor, using my...