Faith
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October is my favorite month; the light and leaves paint a picture I could look at forever. You step outside, and the whole world smells like a big cup of tea. Life though, is not so picturesque as the light and leaves, is it? Sometimes I struggle to write these posts because the photos and
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Have you ever had a premonition or sense of foreboding about something yet to come? The summer of 2019 was one of the sweetest my family has ever had. Our kids were five and two years old, and we made so many good memories together that year. That July, we went camping in Vermont with
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February brought us both glittering snow and promises of spring. The longer I live in New England, the more I look forward to the snow. I cheer with the kids when we wake up to a snow day and any excuse to stay home. The kids and I spent our snow days trying to figure
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I am up at 1:00 am to the sound of my daughter coughing. I find her stumbling, half-asleep toward my bedroom. She’s scooped into my arms and placed quietly back into bed. A hand to her forehead, then a thermometer. The fever pulsing through her body for nearly a week fights on. I stumble downstairs,
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In my chair, in a snug corner of the living room, I watch a flawless fall day unfold out the window. My view – tidy rows of little colonial townhouses and fluffy clouds against a brilliant blue sky. The leaves blush, submitting to the cool air in a transformation to golden ends. We’re here. We
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I always get up early hoping for a few quiet minutes before my children wake up. I’m usually successful at the waking up early part but rarely successful at the getting ahead of my kids part. They fully endorse Anna’s words in Frozen: “The sun’s awake so I’m awake.” And so they are, every morning at
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I realized yesterday that my children just assume I can always hear them. I can be on a different floor on the other side of the house and they will start a conversation with me just the same as if I were sitting across the couch from them. Yelling a conversation through the house does
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For years, my husband and I had this running joke: Winter would come to our sunny home in the south, and I would say (through chattering teeth),“Goodness, it’s cold! I sure hope the Lord never wants us to move up north.”Upon hearing this, Jonathan would immediately pretend he was getting a call on his phone
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