Author: Rhonda Schrock

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Oct 19, 2010

Small-town mother interprets political vocabulary

Ladies and gentlemen, get your voting hands warmed up. In just a few short weeks, Americans everywhere will have the opportunity to exercise that very basic right, the selection of

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Oct 18, 2010

For cousins and scooters and wheelbarrows of leaves – giving thanks

It was Saturday evening, and the Schrocks (the ones that still live here) were converging at Dad Schrock’s place for a bit of patio roof repair before the onset of

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Oct 15, 2010

Everyone has a story

I feel disoriented without the familiar items at my fingertips; the dogeared Bible with both covers long since gone.  The daily devotional, also with one cover missing, that nourishes me often.  The

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Oct 13, 2010

One small invitation

“Ordain all of my appointments.” In this single prayer, there is a turning to Him, a surrendering of who and what and when.  It’s an act of faith, feeble though

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Oct 12, 2010

Inventions are bane and blessing of mom’s existence

From microwaves to light bulbs, telephones to vacuum cleaners, it’s clear that in America, we have some very bright minds. Two of my personal favorites are air conditioning and the

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Oct 11, 2010

The holy, the consecrated in the everyday

It’s lovely today, this Northern Indiana fall morning.  On my morning drive, I note that the Artist has been hard at work, painting the maples up and down the street

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Oct 08, 2010

Meeting Ellen

Remember her, that effervescent mother of five sons that crossed my path once upon an ordinary day beside the pretzels at the local Target store?  With the freshness of spring

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Oct 06, 2010

Seeing Him, hearing Him

Only several days before, the lovely woman who lived down on the corner in a house surrounded by corn fields, passed away unexpectedly.  Her name was Diane, and she was the

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Oct 05, 2010

Raising boys is enough adventure for this mom

I wouldn’t call it a midlife crisis, exactly. Maybe it’s because I still feel like a twenty-something, only with a little more wisdom. And a few more wrinkles. Oh, and

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Oct 01, 2010

Sometimes, fairy tales are true

At last, the day arrived, and the happy little mother buckled her happy little boy into the magical carriage (okay, it was the Blue Mommy Van), and off they went

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