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The little girl in me loves bird watching, butterflies, sunrises, sunsets, walks in the rain; the adult I am enjoys the same. I sense God's awesomeness in all of life--what wonder there is in slicing a leek or cutting open a pomegranate. I have many favorite things--a formation of Canadian geese flying overhead, the giggles of my grand daughters, the first ripe watermelon in summer, snowflakes on my face--these gifts from my heavenly Father delight me continually.

. . . struggling . . .

Posted on August 15, 2018 by oct17
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. . . celebrating the pain . . .

Posted on June 25, 2018 by oct17

It has been two months since I have written.  Is it because there is nothing to say?  Or perhaps my day hours have been filled with grand and glorious tasks for others, and there is no time or energy for … Continue reading →

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. . . in which world? . . .

Posted on April 23, 2018 by oct17

Hoof clops invade the morning stillness.   I watch the buggy pass the house, and I fancy I live in two worlds.  With the Amish–living without automobiles, electricity, running water, cell phones. . . no mirrors! We live near a large … Continue reading →

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. . . desperate. . .

Posted on April 13, 2018 by oct17

Easter morning dawned more in sad reflection than in a glorious celebration.  Lately there have been too many ‘why’ questions,  too many reasons to give up. How painless it would be to surrender to the hurts of life. There has … Continue reading →

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. . .anniversary ramblings. . .

Posted on March 13, 2018 by oct17

I was 16  . . . going on 17.  “I am going to marry that fella,” I whispered to my friend Rosemary in church the last Sunday in August, 1962. And so I did. How did I know this young … Continue reading →

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. . . barefoot . . .

Posted on March 2, 2018 by oct17

For as long as I  can remember, a  field of  wildflowers beckons  me to toss my shoes  and . . .run. . . or a string of puddles after a heavy rain is a temptation to run through. . . … Continue reading →

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a valentine for you . . . just you . . .

Posted on February 13, 2018 by oct17

I remember spending hours as a fifth grader sorting through those little packs of Valentine cards, choosing just the right one for a special class mate. It was a long, arduous process.  I had to make sure the card said … Continue reading →

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. . . the journey . . . changes . . .

Posted on January 19, 2018 by oct17

“I am definitely not ready for this,” Tom moaned a few weeks ago when we awakened to our first frozen morning.  Winter is not his happy spot! How different from the warm and sunny of yesterday, I thought, as I  … Continue reading →

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. . . more. . . and less.

Posted on January 3, 2018 by oct17

“Less calories,” I promised as I served our neighbors  slices of beautiful, crustless quiche the last morning of 2017. “Good. That’s what I am about this year.  I want to walk more, drink more water and spend less money,” she … Continue reading →

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. . .beside quiet waters. . .

Posted on October 12, 2017 by oct17

Sometimes I forget.  Maybe you do, too.  Then it’s time to soak  in the depth of a quiet waters’ morning.  This week has been a ‘quiet waters’ week; a time to be restored and healed from too many  disasters worldwide, … Continue reading →

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