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The Best is Yet to Be: Well Water Runs Deep
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Friday, August 12, 2011. Well Water Runs Deep. The former days of 'goodbyes' quickly hoist the main sail and set me on a course toward nostalgia. I miss my own babies and waves of memories crash upon me. David and his baby sister, Rebekah. Theresa and the beach ball. Heidi, the Doberman guardian. The saddest Christmas Eve was after my father-in-law passed away and I saw the pain and loss in my children's eyes for the grandpa they loved so much. Me, Sharon, baby Theresa, and Rick. View my complete profile.
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The Best is Yet to Be: November 2011
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Tuesday, November 1, 2011. As is the norm in our century-plus old farmhouse a two hour project often takes up the whole day. Such was the case when hubby and I installed a new ceiling fan with light. We struggled and laughed, got frustrated, and stepped out of the clamor more than once to refocus. Holiday tinnitus causes silence to compete on two levels. Not only with our media mania but also with the very season that is meant to bring quiet moments of reflection, thanksgiving, and peace. Getting a Grip ...
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The Best is Yet to Be: July 2011
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Friday, July 1, 2011. I will try to jam a years worth of warmth into this month to last through the cold of the coming winter. Jesus will find me on the porch swing at sunrise and we will talk of everything from jelly beans to Jupiter. The sun has now set on my July and I look forward to the dawn of August. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile. Chocolate and Coffee/ A Pastor's Wife. In the Shepherd's Arms. Have suitcase.will travel. First Day of School. Homesteading On The Internet.
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The Best is Yet to Be: Ending Turned Beginning
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Sunday, January 1, 2012. A lonely bow sits in a corner wishing for a brightly colored package to crown. Garland droops in sadness and ornaments hang their heads. Holiday cheer that warmed the house is now ember memories. Sons and daughters are kissed goodbye, released from a warm embrace to fly away. Such is the twilight of Christmas. Wishing you all a bright and Happy New Year! January 18, 2012 at 2:05 PM. I hope this year will be a great one for you. Doylene. May 9, 2012 at 5:05 PM. First Day of School.
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The Best is Yet to Be: No Reason to Jump for Joy
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Friday, June 1, 2012. No Reason to Jump for Joy. The passing of my Arabian horse, Shafi Halim is heartbreaking for me. He was a part of my life for over twenty years. Neither words nor pics can describe the amazing horse he was or the joy he brought to my life and the sadness I now feel. And God took a handful of South wind. And from it formed a horse, saying:. I create thee, Oh Arabian. To thy forelock, I bind Victory in battle. On thy back, I set a rich spoil. And a Treasure in thy loins. June 5, 2012 ...
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The Best is Yet to Be: December 2010
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Tuesday, December 21, 2010. John reached over and caressed his mother's hand. Their eyes met and reflected the teardrop that slipped off her cheek and onto the wooden tabletop. She traced it with a look as it mournfully fell, and then lovingly wiped it with the sleeve of her garment allowing her fingers to linger for a moment on the smooth wood. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile. Chocolate and Coffee/ A Pastor's Wife. In the Shepherd's Arms. Have suitcase.will travel.
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The Best is Yet to Be: September 2010
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Friday, September 17, 2010. Happy Trails Bites the Dust. The crowd of jovial juveniles pushed in toward the retaining wall that separated the seating from the arena. A thousand hands stretched the expansion while a swarm of voices nearly drowned the melody of the theme song. Born in her mother's later years, she was the distant baby of the family. Although her two nephews were her only playmates, many times the tussling trio got into blustery brawls over their relationship. The nephews would yell, "Y...
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The Best is Yet to Be: Just an Ordinary Morning
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Tuesday, September 6, 2011. Just an Ordinary Morning. When my feet hit the floor my internal temperature guide immediately told me it was a crisp September morning. It was the first of the season. The leaves on the trees were still green, and the grass was still a faded funky color from the dry summer. In the east the early dark clouds formed a line of peaks that reminded me of the Rocky Mountain skyline I saw many years ago. Okay enough play on words. September 7, 2011 at 7:47 PM. In the Shepherd's Arms.
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The Best is Yet to Be: A Bouquet of Newly Sharpened Pencils
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Tuesday, August 2, 2011. A Bouquet of Newly Sharpened Pencils. One of my favorite movie quotes hails from You've Got Mail. 8220;Don’t you love New York in the fall? It makes me want to buy school supplies.". In these academic treasures come bite size lessons for life. Rows of spiral notebooks line up with their coats of many colors. They remind me that even when I am deep in the pit and it feels like things are spiraling out of control, God holds the pages of my life together. Post-its, those cute little...
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The Best is Yet to Be: October 2010
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Friday, October 29, 2010. Bent But Not Broken. As I strolled along, heads propped up on pillars of gold invited my touch, and I moved my hand. These stalks pushed through the stubborn sod and burst into life just as the others. Their substance, as valuable as those that surrounded them. Their worth, no more, or less significant than any of the hundreds standing beside them saluting the sun. The only difference was their stature. Ut it was not meant to be. If we feel degraded and discouraged in what w...
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