Category: Following Jesus
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The Day our Hero Cried – Romans 12:15
Dad’s mood was somber that morning in 1966 when he sat on the couch and opened his arms for a bear hug. The four of us piled on his lap, hugging and chattering, squirming and pushing. Dad didn’t seem to mind the ruckus. Lowering his head, he squeezed us extra hard. We knew Dad loved us more than anything. We didn’t know…
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A Pregnancy Test and Fish Hooks – Matthew 4:18-22
Setting the box down on the counter at the River Road Bi-Mart, I watched the clerk’s eyes as she read the pregnancy test label and scanned the load of children attached to my cart. Her gaze rested on the baby kicking against my thigh. Her smile tightened a little as she rang up my order, but she said nothing. I imagined…
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The Past – Let it Go
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 bows, scratched in the garden and enjoyed the quiet (and howling coyotes) for 20 years, we…
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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 orange. I could scrub them every day and never completely remove the stains, and over…
