(guest blog by Philip Schroeder) I was cleaning out old wood. I’ve worked with wood and construction since my teens years and am fully aware what the smallest of splinters can do to my hands, even so, I usually prefer not to wear gloves. That said my hands are not nearly as toughened as they […]
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Thanksgiving tangled with unanswered prayers. I slumped against the antiseptic tiled hallway. My stalwart, “Hang on and hold it in,” gave way to unrestrained tears like prisoners let free. Crystal rivulets dropped to the floor at my feet. Each time I exited my daughter’s hospital room at Mayo clinic my stiff control burst like a […]
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It is root canal morning. I hate root canals. I’ve got teeth that crumble like coffee cake, fortunately, my dentist is pretty good. I climb into the dental chair and the hygienist reclines it. I try to relax, and I rate. I do this a lot in my mind. I’m pretty sure it isn’t normal. Would […]
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To be honest, I’m going into the whole blog thing with a bit of kicking and screaming. Blogs come and go like the national debt ticker. I have technological deficits within my brain that are like the mysterious black hole of the Milky Way, not the candy bar. I hate starting anything I am not […]
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Call me a late bloomer, but pushing senior citizen status is really late for deep-seated rebellion to raise its obnoxious head. I’m not having some sort of delayed reaction to restrictive parents, legalistic religious beliefs or a domineering spouse. No, in fact, in another person I would perhaps not recognize my inner thrashing as rebellion. […]
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Recently I talked to a friend armed with a list of bitter accusations. She began what soon became a blame saga with the words, “You’ll never know…” Since that conversation those words have become my self-check. The words alone are innocuous, and what she had to say about others had some validity, but they were […]
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I am overwhelmed. Too much to do, too many relationships, and too little time. Did Martha feel like this when Jesus told her that Mary had chosen the better part? “Martha was distracted with much serving.” Hmmmmm. Mary sat at Jesus’ feet and heard His word.
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