Apr
1
2013
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What do you do the day after?
The day after the day that He rose?
What do you do to remember?
What do you do so that others may know?
Is there still awe in your countenance?
As you answer, He’s risen indeed.
Is there amazement and joy in your heart,
As the Easter story you read?
Mar
30
2013
Posted in Faith, Holy Week 2 Comments
No one likes to wait.
Waiting in traffic.
Waiting in the doctor’s office with a sick child.
Waiting on the phone when you are put on hold.
Time seems to move along at a snail’s pace.
Waiting to open presents on your birthday.
Waiting to get your driver’s license.
Waiting for a baby to be born.
Waiting to buy your first house.
Time seems to stand still.
Mar
29
2013
Posted in Holy Week, Salvation 4 Comments
So many children are afraid of the dark.
Something unknown is lurking in the corners.
Something sinister is hiding in the shadows.
Our living room is painted a deep cranberry red.
It is warm and inviting with the old wood furniture pieces and the hardwood floors.
It is one of my favorite rooms.
Mar
28
2013
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Anyone with more than one child knows that there is an ongoing, friendly dispute.
I’m Mom’s favorite!
Through the years I have heard that numerous times…from some more than others.
I truly think that each child secretly hopes that they alone will hear those words.
Those special words, that set them apart from the rest.
Mar
27
2013
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Easter was always a time when my mother would buy me a new dress.
A Sunday best dress.
Little white Mary Jane shoes with buttons.
Buttons that needed their own special hook in order to fasten them correctly.
New little pocket book that held just a handkerchief.
To finish off the look…a straw hat with a satin ribbon that matched the dress.
Mar
26
2013
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I have worn the same perfume for years.
When I was in college, I had many fragrances I liked to wear.
After I was married, however, I found one fragrance that has been my signature scent.
While in college, I wore a certain perfume that was very unique.
It was not my favorite perfume, but I would receive compliments every time I wore it.
I remember being in a store one day and a woman was on the same aisle with me.
Finally, after seeming to follow me up one aisle and down another, she stopped me.
Mar
25
2013
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He came on a donkey with their cloaks on the road.
The branches were strewn on the ground.
Hosanna, they shouted, as most travelers do,
They waved the palms all around.
The Son of David, they loudly proclaimed.
He who comes in the name of the Lord.
The kingdom is coming, they say…He is blessed.
Their voices raised in one accord.
Apr
7
2012
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I loved my Easter basket when I was young.
It wasn’t the jelly beans or robin’s eggs or even the chocolate bunnies that I enjoyed.
It was my precious egg.
I can see it now in my mind’s eye.
Small, yellow…the size of my hand.
Rough to the touch, with decorations that mimicked a real decorated egg.
But this egg was special.
This one had a window…a small piece of plastic on one end that I could look into.
Inside was a miniature world…a rabbit burrow…with a family of rabbits.
Apr
5
2012
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Traditions.
Sometimes they just happen.
They become more meaningful as years go by.
Sometimes they are truly understood later.
I remember a tradition my mother started when I was a little girl.
It was always a few days before Easter.
My mother would take me with her to the garden shop to buy flowers.
Apr
4
2012
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Spring.
The time of growth.
The time of new life.
Consider a garden.
The wonder of the soil; just the right amount of water and sunlight.
The waiting, as the mystery of life unfolds beneath the dark earth.
It all began in a Garden.
Direct fellowship with God.
It was good.
There was no shame.