October 2011
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thankful .
. for a mother who loves with her hands just as much as with her words.
. for a mom who speaks with a silly voice more often than with her own.
. for wrinkles carelessly etched into her face that silently teach us of joy’s persistence, and to always give in to persistent joy.
Stepping stones.
Every Day, All Day The Fat Lady Sings: What kind... →
asheisinthelight:
People always say, ”I want someone I can build a fort out of sheets with.” And, “I want someone I can act stupid around and they will do it with me.” And, “I want someone who will kiss me in the middle of my sentences.” No kidding, those things sound nice, but do you know what I want? I want…
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The next time you people watch,
find an old person.
Their mannerisms are so deeply ingrained that they soon become predictable. Then you get to imagine what their stories are, why they are the way they are…
My favorite person today was probably 75-80 years old. He wore a heavy, green sweater, had faltering blue eyes and tiring hair, and sat with coffee, cigarettes, and two younger gentlemen.
He dominated the...
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Today is a dress-wearing kind of day.
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onethingisnecessary:
“Do nothing from rivalry or conceit, but in humility count others more significant than yourselves.” —Philippians 2:3
Thus says the Lord:
‘Stand by the roads, and look, and ask for the...
– Jeremiah 6:16
You have been dealt a curious stewardship.
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