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  • when it’s hard to still keep on hoping

    On Wednesday, September 21 st, 2011
    The earth’s cold under the finger nails. I dig holes with a wedge of steel and around fringes of the domed sky, the clouds scud gray. Dad had called first thing in the morning: if I had anything to do outside, today looked like the last day. Might be the last warm day to dig in
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  • when you’re broken

    On Wednesday, August 24 th, 2011
    Christ comes to us in the only way any of us can recognize — with a body right broken. Who of us isn’t busted? On a Sunday, the pastor breaks the loaves, three of them, are broken right down the center. Lays them white faced on silver platters, then takes them in hand and turns
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  • regardless of the temperature of your heart…

    On Wednesday, August 17 th, 2011
    …so slipping in here late, the internet blinking out on the farm since last weekend… and today all went still as the service provider replaced internet equipment out on the tower… and way out here in the country, we really try not to take that little internet signal for granted ~smile~ All is Grace… so
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  • figuring out how to forgive {your parents}

    On Wednesday, August 10 th, 2011
    When I carry our first babe home from the hospital, I carry him home alone. The Farmer can’t get off work. He works for my Dad. There were reasons why  – there was a crop of corn to get in the ground. I understood that. Understanding though didn’t mean that some of the sadness didn’t
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  • where love comes from

    On Wednesday, August 03 rd, 2011
    ‘Each wheat head is full this year —- large. Like that year when you were in France.” He pulls out a long, slender stalk — shows me the wheat kernels filled out right to the end. France? The wheat, out past the barn and to the north, it sways in mid-summer’s wind. Heads bowed, the
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  • when you’re finding it hard to be patient

    On Wednesday, July 20 th, 2011
    When we pour pancake batter into a griddle, they shape up like battered, misshapen hearts that sizzle and pop. A little one looms dangerously close to heat. A boy anxiously slops more batter. A lanky one flips prematurely, batter oozing, dripping. The sensitive child bursts into tears that the hearts are all smeared, the rings
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  • when you get to the root of some of the fears

    On Wednesday, July 13 th, 2011
    Who said courage wears a Red Badge? It’s just khaki capris, a black tee, I pull out of the closet for a day dawning summer, me leaving the house for the heat, appointment and errands. I have no red badge of courage, but I’m trying to wear prayer, the murmur of the weak made strong
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  • when you’re praying to live more like Jesus

    On Wednesday, June 15 th, 2011
    When I first read her story on the screen, I want to drive a for sale sign into the front lawn and sell all the pigs. Mainly because I don’t think I can shoe horn a few hundred hogs into a suitcase — and there’s now way around it: my heart’s already left on a
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  • One Habit that Radically Changes a Family

    On Wednesday, June 08 th, 2011
    Words are always dessert. I was sixteen when I first I ate dinner at his house. And when the plates were cleaned, forks laid down, when it’d seem commonplace to nod thanks to the cook and push back the chairs, his family bowed their heads and his Father opened a Bible. It was thick and
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  • “There is but one cure…”

    On Thursday, June 02 nd, 2011
    It’s long after I turn the last light out. Long after that I hear the back door open and close. That I hear the footsteps. “Hey…” Who comes in through the door, comes in from the dark? “‘Night, Mom.” Ah… his voice. Firstborn. “You okay?” I can hear him lean against the railing at the
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  • How Do We Really Treat Jesus?

    On Wednesday, May 18 th, 2011
    In front of Mrs. Gillie’s entire grade six classroom, Kadie Miller* said I was butt-ugly. Did you pick out your own get-up today or did your butt-ugly mama dress you? Sandy Goetz* laughed. That afternoon when the bus doors cranked open and I was finally free, I ran up our gravel lane, and Lissa Turscott*
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  • when you’re burying all your hopes and dreams

    On Wednesday, May 11 th, 2011
    He’s only had three hours sleep, and no sleep the 24 hours before that, and he’s dead tired but he’s rising again before light because he believes in resurrection. “You okay?” I touch his back at the edge of the bed as he pulls on his shirt. “Gotta keep going.” He smiles gentle. Wrinkles make
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