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Hold to the rod-Walk in the light: We do not doubt our mothers knew it.
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Hold to the rod-Walk in the light. For we labor diligently to write, to persuade our children, and also our brethren, to believe in Christ, and to be reconciled to God; for we know that it is by grace that we are saved, after all we can do. 2 Nephi 25:23. Sunday, July 10, 2011. We do not doubt our mothers knew it. A familiar story in the Book of Mormon tells of 2000 young men who were willing to go to war to protect the freedom of their families. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom).
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Hold to the rod-Walk in the light: December 2009
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Hold to the rod-Walk in the light. For we labor diligently to write, to persuade our children, and also our brethren, to believe in Christ, and to be reconciled to God; for we know that it is by grace that we are saved, after all we can do. 2 Nephi 25:23. Thursday, December 31, 2009. Essential, Necessary, Nice. Sunday, December 13, 2009. A Very Short Parable. Sunday, December 6, 2009. Today I decided that I am a spiritual two-year-old. I don't exactly say no to Heavenly Father, but I don't always lis...
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Hold to the rod-Walk in the light: May 2010
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Hold to the rod-Walk in the light. For we labor diligently to write, to persuade our children, and also our brethren, to believe in Christ, and to be reconciled to God; for we know that it is by grace that we are saved, after all we can do. 2 Nephi 25:23. Wednesday, May 26, 2010. Ask and it shall be given. Or what man is there of you, who, if his son ask bread, will give him a stone? Or if he ask a fish will he give him a serpent? 3 Nephi 14:9-11, Matthew 7:9-11. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom).
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PoetryProsePieces: Dear friend,
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Everything here should be considered a Work in Progress - Praise craved, constructive criticism appreciated, critical comments tolerated, haters . . . stay away! Friday, June 5, 2009. Serve up my sorrow. On a high chair tray. Slices of my darker side. In the side of your cheek. To make you gag. Some thoughts i chew. As our children run off. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). I'm so glad you've found one of my blogs! You are either exploring the inner workings of my heart/brain, at PoeptryProsePieces.
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PoetryProsePieces: A List
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Everything here should be considered a Work in Progress - Praise craved, constructive criticism appreciated, critical comments tolerated, haters . . . stay away! Friday, June 5, 2009. Things I'm afraid of. Saying the wrong thing. Being someone's service project. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). I'm so glad you've found one of my blogs! You are either exploring the inner workings of my heart/brain, at PoeptryProsePieces. View my complete profile. Untitled and Rough - poem about hiking to Manoa F.
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PoetryProsePieces: June 2009
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Everything here should be considered a Work in Progress - Praise craved, constructive criticism appreciated, critical comments tolerated, haters . . . stay away! Monday, June 8, 2009. The air here is heavier,. Filled with salt and sun and sound. Trigger memory upon memory,. Touching me like so many. Here each heaven-leant breath. With wonder at the. Mundane made divine . . . The simple smell of salt-spray. Catches me off-guard while waiting. As we filled up the car with gas. I can't quite remember,.
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PoetryProsePieces: September 2008
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Everything here should be considered a Work in Progress - Praise craved, constructive criticism appreciated, critical comments tolerated, haters . . . stay away! Monday, September 29, 2008. When you are grown:. Nap-time snuggles in your new big-girl bed. Face to face so close. I can smell your dorito breath. I reach to caress your sweet chubby cheek. And you in turn pat mine. With your little warm hand. My heart with that delicious ache. For a moment we both fight sleep:. You, to avoid the dreaded Nap.
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PoetryProsePieces: Mom mom
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Everything here should be considered a Work in Progress - Praise craved, constructive criticism appreciated, critical comments tolerated, haters . . . stay away! Wednesday, June 3, 2009. Sometimes the name "mom" is my least favorite word in the world. When it is being called out in anger during a fight between siblings. When it is being whined. When it is repeated over and over - often even after I have said, "what? Stephanie J. Robertson. I am so interested in the things you write. some make me want...
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PoetryProsePieces: The Air Here
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Everything here should be considered a Work in Progress - Praise craved, constructive criticism appreciated, critical comments tolerated, haters . . . stay away! Monday, June 8, 2009. The air here is heavier,. Filled with salt and sun and sound. Trigger memory upon memory,. Touching me like so many. Here each heaven-leant breath. With wonder at the. Mundane made divine . . . The simple smell of salt-spray. Catches me off-guard while waiting. As we filled up the car with gas. I can't quite remember,.