August 17, 2017 She showed up beside by my bed at three a.m. “Mommy,” she said, “I am having great pain.” That is an odd phrase, I thought. And I got up and asked questions and chose her some medicine, and scooted over to make space for her in the bed. She slept with me […]
How many of us do you think will have the chance to speak timely words to a mother dithering on the edge of her pro-life / pro-choice decision? One in a hundred? Less than that? I cannot tell. But I know this: Every day, my words and actions to everyone around me vote for life
Here’s the rest of what I have to say. It’s short.
I once said that what government does cannot heal your world. (You didn’t take much notice of it because that was the day I also said what you eat cannot heal your world.) I said, “Please consider the gospel you preach. There is no cure for human suffering except the one found in the person of Jesus and His final redemption.”
While we are in the promotional mode— It’s been a while since I talked about my advertisers! I’m grateful to these businesses and want to give them a little shout-out, a more personal introduction than I’ve done so far. Kauffman’s Fruit Farm I was introduced to this 100-year-old family business through my friends Sheldon & Joann
Once upon a time in the aisles of Aldi, I came up against a stranger at the cheese cooler. She was tall and trim, with lush curly hair. She flashed a megawatt smile at my daughter and flitted through her purchases, energy oozing out of her. We chatted a little. “String cheese, string cheese,” she
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Or, “The Time Keeper: Post-Market Modifications and Other Digressions.” ***** I really love my Time Keeper. There are two things I do to make it even more user-friendly for me. I suppose I could suggest these to its creator, but they seem like the kind of thing not everyone would like. 1. I snip the
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Confession: I should have seen it coming, I suppose, with Friday being the thirteenth and all, but I didn’t. Of course I don’t technically believe in bad luck— Have I ever told you about Our Lane? This picture makes it look easier than it is. But that is a story for another time. Suffice it
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Speaking of children… Probably yours are always well-behaved. Probably yours never squabble over dinner, or while doing chores, or (my personal favorite) in the backseat of the van on the way to church? Probably you just say “Love one another, dears” and they drop their quarrels? I thought so. But mine are human, and riding
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Confession: I rather like facebook. After careful study I’m happy to announce that it’s not the next Babylon; mostly it’s a quiet place where people talk about the weather and their health. I could dispense with some of it. (And I do. Shh.) But I like seeing pictures of faraway people I love, I like
Confession: I was up so late last night, three hundred and forty-two miles from home, that my brain is buzzing and my husband said to me “Are our phones goofing up? You sent me a text that apparently came in at x:xx. Were you really texting at that hour?” And I said “Yes.” In the strictest sense
