Tag Archives: John 3:16

Love is a demonstration…

Yeah, yeah!!!!  It’s our anniversary day… March 14! Gary Chapman writes in The Five Love Languages (1992,1995), “Life is driven by the desire for success. We want our lives to count for something. We have our own idea of what … Continue reading

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LOVE… living it… leaving it…

“I want that when you’re gone,” our daughter laughed as she entered our home in  Vienna, Austria, on her first visit to see us. She was putting her name on a piece of antique furniture, a schrank (wardrobe) we say … Continue reading

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… ready… or not…

Life is not quite so happy these past hours. I can’t seem to find freedom of thought as I move in my safe world (for the now), watching those caught in the rubble. The tall buildings keep tumbling to the … Continue reading

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… trapped…

“Oh no. I just caught a bird.” The trap had been set to catch a pesky squirrel chewing his way into the finch socks. All other bird feeders are squirrel protected. I feed the squirrels, too, but they do prefer … Continue reading

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. . . colorblind? . . .

Now I remember . . . I remember what I miss most about our years in Vienna. Color . . .  hearts painted in every shade of red, yellow, black and browns. I hugged color, laughed with color, prayed with … Continue reading

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. . . tattooed . . .

“Of course, it was painful!” “Sharp and  continuous from beginning to end– for twenty minutes. And worth every minute of it,” Ahnna, our granddaughter adamantly confirmed of her recent tattoo on the back of her right arm.  She has joined … Continue reading

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

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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