Madison, looking up at me, her eyes the largest part of her body–those beautiful deep brown eyes so much like her mom’s when her mom was five years old. She holds out a bouquet of beautiful yellow flowers she found growing in the yard. “Thank you!” I say. “These are beautiful.” And I put them […]
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I had so many of them, Father, and you took them from me. You didn’t snatch them or threaten; you simply held them, waiting, while I, kicking and screaming, tried to reach. “No,” you said, and your voice was kind. The scratches did not hurt you; the screams did not move you; you waited while
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Crack and boom of wild wars. Spirits rise to darkened skies. No hay today. I sit at my desk in the early morning, facing the blank white blind which I have pulled across my window to hide the dark. No face, no beauty in that. Words puddle on my computer screen, muddle from my fingers–fun
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A world happens in a week. At least in one of my weeks. In a week’s time, I might teach school; help with a garage sale; plan curriculum; help with cleaning jobs; wash the dishes; write lengthy emails; bake cookies; visit friends; attend church; dream about the future; take a sister out for supper; begin
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Freedom I remember when we were teenagers, Dad told us, “You never have to listen to me if you don’t want to. If I tell you something you don’t want to do, don’t do it.” As a conscientious child raised to uphold the twin pillars of “Obey God” and “Obey your parents,” such a release
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