The Cross on My Wall – From Torture to Treasure
McKinley was quiet. She looked around the room, searching for something. Finally, she nodded her head toward the wall. “Mom, why is a Roman torture device hanging on the wall of our house?”
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We’re Not Jewish, but we’ll Celebrate Passover.
Hindsight is 20/20. I’m almost 50. As an older and wiser mother, I see areas in which I could’ve done better raising my boys. If I had it to do over, I’d do a few things differently. One is I’d intentionally celebrate Passover with them.
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Sometimes Grace Smells Bad
I mean, let’s be honest: everyone has the potential to be the prodigal – the self-centered, wreckless brat; the older brother – the unforgiving, self-righteous jerk; or the father – the merciful leader who shows abundant grace. Shucks, my kids and husband might say I am all three in a day!
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Best. Teacher. Ever.
Jackson and his winning third grade science project.
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Next Play!
Get ready for the next play!
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My Miscarriage in Another Country – Part 1
Everything was perfect. Except that, I was having a miscarriage, and we were being kicked off the cruise.
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Skeletons in My Closet? Yep!
Ok, perhaps I could fit one more bucket behind the marital bucket of bones, but the adolescent skeletons are back there. And behind the adolescent buckets are family of origin bones.
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What if I Quit?
The “what-if” game is constantly playing inside my brain… But what if I quit?
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Beach Bum or Bum-Bum?
The Perfect Set Up It was a beautiful spring day in Naples, Florida. A perfect day for beach bums. The sun was shining, the breeze was gently blowing, and the kids were in the car, ready to go. The easy part was done. Setting up on the beach with small children in tow would be…
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The Boy Who Wrote Them Real
Running, jumping, leaping, whirring up then around the bend. Flipping, flapping, fluttering, flying went the dragon and his best friend. “May I join you on the journey?” asked the boy who wrote them real. Then the daring dragon bowed And the three of them set sail. My less than #50preciouswords 📖 story is going to…
