I write about following Jesus in all of life’s seasons
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Moving from our family home should have been an ordeal, but it wasn’t. Though we loved our spot in the country where we raised our children, cared for foster children, welcomed strangers and extended family for Thanksgiving feasts, managed 4-H animals, shot our guns and…
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Can Poor and Rich be Best Friends?
I have a new friend, and she lives in a higher income bracket than I do. Will we be able to become close, lifelong friends? That’s kinda hard, you know. When we lived in Monroe, our well produced water that stained our fixtures…
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The “Thank Dad Here” House
With our tummies full of chilled root beer and the window rolled down on hot summer evenings, I squeezed my bony knees together under my cotton dress, anticipating the moment we’d pass the designated house. I practiced the thank-you-for-the-root-beer-dad speech in my…
