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red & yellow, black & white: Yes, I understand You.
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Jan 13, 2014. Yes, I understand You. As the sentences are coming out of my mouth, I can hear Him agreeing and saying "Yes. Yes child." and I know He is reminding me my little babes, in my seeming never ending moments of frustration shepherding these ruffians, need a lot of patience and understanding. They are not out to get me! Because sometimes it seems like they are! Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Confessions of a Pioneer Woman Ree Drummond. Be Small StudiosBe Small Studios. Yes, I understand You.
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WhimsySmitten: Amber Waves of Grace
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Reflections on Authenticity, Faith, Family, Words, Wounds, and the Beautiful Mess of Grace. Site currently under construction. Grace for my mess? Monday, April 22, 2013. Amber Waves of Grace. I pack with anticipation. Dreams flood and fly and I reach for them, frantic and flailing. He has a dream for me, I know, but trying to capture it, narrow and clear, is trying to catch a river in a paper cup. We are giddy. Anticipation does that and so does the wine and the salted caramels, the high from our sti...
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Kimberley’s Wanderings: Childhood, Best Friends, and BLUE BIRDS by Caroline Starr Rose
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Thoughts, Musings, and the Writing Life of YA Author Kimberley Griffiths Little. Check them out here: www.kimberleygriffithslittle.com. Please find me on Facebook, Twitter, Goodreads, and Youtube. Awards: Southwest Book Award, Whitney Award for Best Youth Novel, Bank Street College Best Books of 2011, Crystal Kite Finalist, and New Mexico Book Award Finalist. View my complete profile. Monday, January 12, 2015. Childhood, Best Friends, and BLUE BIRDS by Caroline Starr Rose. Putnam, March 10, 2014)! Books ...
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Annie at Home » Blog Archive » To the Sea and Smallness
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To the Sea and Smallness. Posted in Thoughtful Thursday. On Thursday, June 7th, 2012 by annie. Days ago, I was sinking in all the expected chaos of the week, when we decided on a spontaneous trip to the beach. The occasion was my thirty-first birthday, sandwiched between a wearisome week peppered with poison ivy and a wonderfully exhausting three days of ballet recitals, the arrival of much-loved house guests and a three year old birthday party, directly followed by pink-eye and fevers. Our shadows elong...
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Annie at Home » Blog Archive » On Falling Leaves and Pressing On
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On Falling Leaves and Pressing On. Posted in Thoughtful Thursday. On Thursday, October 21st, 2010 by annie. I spent the day off the beaten trail with my little adventurers. It was spontaneous, unplanned, and absolutely what I needed. Seeing fall, experiencing the slow decent, the unabashed beauty that preceeds what will inevitably be cold and harsh and devoid of visible growth, has served as a little whisper in my ear, reminding me to keep putting one foot in front of the other,. To keep hope alive.
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Annie at Home » Blog Archive » Morning by Morning
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Posted in Thoughtful Thursday. On Thursday, June 13th, 2013 by annie. I planted peonies last August. It is June now, and for all their leafy goodness, only two fuchsia flowers bloomed. One was decimated by a storm. A dear friend tells me it will take three years:. Sleep, Creep, Leap. Some stories have a beginning, a middle, an end all tied up with twine and sealed with a kiss. These ones can be told with satisfaction, lessons drawn out like fresh honey from the hive. They’re my favorite kind. I miss hear...
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Annie at Home » Blog Archive » Story
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On Saturday, August 3rd, 2013 by annie. In our dining room hangs a string of postcards, addressed to my husband’s grandmother. And mailed nearly a century ago by her adoring father, Mortimer Lane. He and Mary raised seven children, and this weekend, each of those seven families gather together to play in the sun, raise a chorus of ruckus laughter, share memories from decades, centuries past. Two hundred descendants from a man and woman who loved well. Tied together here with strong chords of love. What a...
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