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Momentary Clarity

Momentary Clarity

Rest Assured

15 Then he said to them, “Watch out! Be on your guard against wanting to have more and more things. Life is not made up of how much a person has.”…
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Not My Home

A couple of weeks ago, we crammed 5 duffles, 3 sleeping bags, 1 cooler, 2 bags of food, 3 bottles of sunscreen, 3 "keep-busy" bags, 23 dvds, 1 dvd player,…
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Bliss?

I live in Canada.  We don't have racism here.  Or do we?  I can't tell.  I'm white. They say ignorance is bliss.  And generally "they" are right.  But what if…
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In His Hands

I am sitting on a chair in a circle made up of women and mothers with many more children than me, many more years of experience and of wisdom.  I…
Book Club

Choosing to Cheat

I've been reading a book called "Choosing To Cheat: Who Wins When Family and Work Collide" by Andy Stanley. It's a realistic look at how your priorities in life are…
Adoption

True Religion

We had an amazing Christmas. Surrounded by family, enjoying good company, good food and LOTS of gifts, we sang Happy Birthday to Jesus, we sang carols at church, and we…
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The Moment of Beauty

She twirls in the kitchen, again and again, giggling and laughing while the world stands still.  Her lop-sided pigtails bounce around her and her bangs fall into her eyes.  I…
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The Moment of Unimportance

Today in the dryer I found 3 counting cubes, 1 guitar pick, 4 pieces of Lego, and 1 Marble Works tube.  Little Man has a habit of pocketing any and…
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The Moment of Need

This little baby, totally dependent, totally helpless, has been entrusted to me.  She knows nothing except her intense need for nourishment, comfort and rest.  She doesn’t worry about bills, politics,…
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The Moment of Protection

B-Boy is two, maybe three.  He is walking ahead of me as I push the stroller.  I am nervous, unsure about letting him walk this particular sidewalk. It is along…
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The Moment of Suppression

I am sitting in the rocking chair, swaying back and forth as I rock the baby to sleep.  Muffled voices float out of the boys’ room as Daddy reads them…
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The Moment of Impulsivity

I hear their voices as I clean the supper dishes off of the table. They are breathless, excited voices squealing with delight in the backyard. I glance out the window…