Month: January 2014

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Jan 31, 2014

When you fly on the wings of the Spirit

For two hours and more, we’ve driven from our sleepy, little town to the bustling metropolis, which boasts an international hub. Dashing in to the bus through bitter cold and

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Jan 28, 2014

Husband’s frontier spirit flourishes in vortex while others “wimp out”

“I think people are wimps.” This was the proclamation put forth by Mr. Schrock, conserver of words, who nailed his feelings in five. Tired of anemic winters where the high

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Jan 27, 2014

When Father ordains our appointments

Outside, the sun is shining. Here, in the Land of the Sun and the Beach, there’s a chill in the air. My thoughts turn towards home. Home, where the wind

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Jan 21, 2014

News junkie always riveted, never bored with news

I’ve been a news junkie since the tender age of 6. That’s when, according to my mother, I’d come to them with news of the day. Startled, they’d snatch up

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Jan 17, 2014

With God plus your one

“Oh, my heart.” That’s what I thought when I read it, pressing a hand to my chest. There were sometimes no words; no syllables, vowels, or consonants to offer when

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Jan 14, 2014

Columnist unhappy with gifting, prays for a new one instead

It happened at the grocery store. We were on a mission, The Mister and I, to bring home the bacon. And the milk and the cereal and the eggs and

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Jan 13, 2014

Until you lay your Isaac down

Sitting ‘cross the table, two mugs placed just before, I’m telling a story. Of a mother, filled with fear. Of a long and difficult journey. Of the slow, sure steps

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Jan 07, 2014

Non-resolver won’t schedule love; sets goals of family time, laundry lessons

Christmas is over. The stockings that were hung ‘cross the bookcase with care have been pillaged. Plundered. Left dangling and limp by the villagers, names traced in glitter on each

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Jan 03, 2014

How the small can climb mountains

It’s New Year’s Day. Mister comes in, man boots dropping snow on my kitchen floor. “Let’s go,” he says. And for once, I say it. “Yes. Let’s go.” Not in

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