Squiggled blue and red lines crisscross between Kansas City and our destination. The map divides my screen into roads and rivers. I know where I’m headed, but I don’t know the route. This morning I read the story of King Hezekiah. I have always liked it because he was a man of repentance and prayer. […]
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My pocket vibrates a split second after Phil’s buzzes. We both reach for our phones, quick on the draw. Our 16-month-old-grandson has the flu and we are anxious. The text reads, “He is so weak now he is hardly moving.” I panic. My heart pounds hard. I look around the room where a small group […]
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“What did Dad give you that for?” my son asked when I pulled out a bright yellow circular sander from a beautifully wrapped box. “I asked for it!” Bewilderment drew his brows together into one of those “looks,” his blue eyes questioned. I used to give the look to my children, now they give it […]
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“Jesus Christ is the same yesterday and today and forever.”Hebrews13:8(NASB) Phil and I watched the series, Great Expectations over the holidays. I read the Charles Dicken’s classic in high school. Creepy with ghostly characters and a weird colorless backdrop it ran true to the book, and the hope of great expectations corresponded with ushering in […]
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To perform certain tasks well one needs the right tools. My husband informed me of this when to my starry gaze a bedroom remodel looked like Pinterest, Wayfair and HGTV all blended together in a delightful mix of color and texture. While I dreamed of the possibilities, he looked for a pickup truck to lug […]
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I catch her busy little body as it flies by on thin legs and swing her onto my lap. She is the granddaughter of flaxen fairies, fair skin and fierce drama. Her legs pump air like a windmill. Giggles burst and gurgle like a brook over stones. It is a capture war and I am […]
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“I am so ready for an angel to come,” Phil said that morning. I’d been thinking the same. I got up from my cot next to our daughter’s bed and joined my husband where he stood at her side. It was a ritual, a new sort of rotten routine that had just a pinch of […]
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There’s a whisper in my ear. “I can’t do this,” it says. I’ve heard that voice all my life. Sometimes it speaks softly, sometimes it hisses, and sometimes it shouts. In the first days of our daughter’s catastrophic illness while I walked the marble halls of the hospital the words resounded with each step; a […]
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My husband grew up the pale-skinned blond boy in a black and white background of Ecuador. A child of missionaries, he biked deserted dirt roads, rode in airplanes and ate iguana. Immune to the exceptional, he grew up in view of Chimborazo with its peak covered by thin white icing. Missions chose him. I grew […]
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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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