go ahead. be a sheep.

As much as I would like to believe that I am not a sheep, I am one. Not, I suppose, a blind follower of a random mindless herd. (Unless that’s what all followers of Christ are). I like to believe that I have the capacity to think with some originality. I like to believe that […]

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We made it home.

Ah, dear friends, here’s the next part of the story. I talked yesterday about my mom and praying. What I didn’t know then was that I would watch her on Monday afternoon lean over her husband and pray. As her husband, my dad, was taking his last breaths, she thanked God for his life. For […]

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What do you want to remember.

My mom is having problems with memory.  There are lots of stories. I’m not going to tell you them. Instead, I want to talk about a couple things she does remember. She remembers to offer us coffee. And tea. Often. She remembers to set the table for as many people as she hopes will come. […]

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