Month: September 2012

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Sep 27, 2012

When you need to be pulled right out of that net

I open the Word. And the psalmist speaks. “In thee, O Lord, do I put my trust. Let me never be ashamed. Deliver me in thy righteousness.” Inside, I’m nodding.

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Sep 25, 2012

Preparing sons for marriage is a big job for a smallish mother

There it was in black and white. “Parents,” said the sheet that came home from school, “have your child name each member of your family. Put an ‘x’ in the

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Sep 21, 2012

Let the stirring begin

In the back and forth, the listening and praying, the seeking of counsel and signing of lines, during all of that came another small message slipped into an email. “Something’s

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Sep 20, 2012

When you need to rest

Turning out of my drive, hands on the wheel, I look up. Over the pond in the early-morning black, I see them. The stars, they shine, winking just there atop

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Sep 18, 2012

Columnist works on “Grounds for Insanity” book, considers “Fifty Shades of Brown”

What a year it’s been. In fact, our continuing mantra, The Mister and I, is, “We just can’t pay to be bored around here.” At times, this is said with

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Sep 14, 2012

When the fire comes (let it)

The call came in late one evening. Who would be calling at this hour? Busy getting ready for bed, I heard The Mister pick up. And I heard his tone

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Sep 11, 2012

Moms could bring “new day” to America

When the skies above turn brown like mud and the national blood pressure spikes, you know it’s here. Yup. It’s Campaign 2012, and we’re up to our knees. It’s getting

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Sep 10, 2012

What you need to believe about your prayers

“You’ve got to start believing that your prayers are powerful.” I stopped. For days, weeks and months, I’d been taking this particular concern to Him in prayer.  How many times,

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Sep 04, 2012

Measure of love is a cup of cold water, a place at the table

Backpacks drop. Shoes, they plop. Words rush and tumble, ordinary moments weaving, thread like, on the loom, shuttle passing back and forth. And then it comes. “They’ve abandoned us,” he

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