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“Wordo”
Many years ago, when I was living in the frozen tundra of Minnesota, I came across a small newspaper article about a group of guys who gathered regularly to discuss various misuses of the English language. They called themselves Wordos. At the time, I thought it an obsessive group of wanna-be scholars with nothing better…
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Boaz
Today in my study of Ruth, Boaz is the hero. Boaz saves the day. But it is not Boaz. It is God’s provision. God’s divine intervention. An unlikely savior when all else is lost. The author of the devotion is quick to point out that God comes through after we’ve exhausted all our resources. Why?…
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I sit here today…
…on this September morning, with the sudden lack of humidity in the air and the familiar scent of foliage waiting to be released from branches. I cherish the time I’m given to reflect. I love the fall. It is the end of pool cleaning and grass cutting. It is relief. It also brings darkness. Jim…
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I Don’t Live Here
I am here. I live, breathe and walk through this world every day. Some moments are heavenly. For instance, my mornings are generally blissful because I get to sit outside and pray, my dog, Gus at my feet and the trees chirping awake with the gentle ebb and flow of light breezes. That’s where I…
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A Moment In The Sun
Ode To Charlie It’s a small pool, but it’s lovely. It’s a fading sun but it warms me still. I sit in my small, gray, plastic, surprisingly comfortable chair and watch the blue water shimmer and swirl, shimmer and swirl. It creates its own rhythm in time with the intake and return valves that work…
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I Painted a Flower Last Night.
Sometimes we have to step away from the nitty gritty details of our imperfect lives to see the lovely picture God is painting. From His perspective we are complete, whole, and beautiful. • • • • • • • • I painted a flower last night. I had, on several occasions, started and stopped working…
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“D’oh!”
On my EOAD (Early Onset Alzheimer’s Disease) Facebook page, I read stories over and over about loved ones forgetting, changing, losing mobility, etc. They are sad stories of gradual loss. Every time I read that someone’s husband can no longer do dishes, or walk the dog, or dress himself, I understand how devastating this is,…
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Last Trip
I say this is the last trip we’ll ever take by plane, but I have said that the last three times we’ve traveled. This time Jim’s level of anxiety and confusion were such that I feel it would be cruel to ever do this again. The trouble is, he doesn’t remember how awful he felt.…
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The Beauty of Online Shopping.
We are at Walmart. I have a grocery list on my phone. Jim walks behind me, thinking of other things we might need, and announcing them as we go. “Do we have coke at home?” “Yes.” Down the frozen dinner aisle. “Do we have pizza at home?” “No. That’s why we’re here. I’m picking up…
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Gratitude
July 5, 2023 As always, I woke up this morning to my dog, Gus’ quiet “woof” that means “if you don’t wake up now, this sound can get louder.” After heating up yesterday’s coffee (I hate waste), feeding the dogs and letting them all out, I sat on my couch to meet with God. It…
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