May we grow and learn even in a place where peace and sorrow meet
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Tag: DoveStories Author Joann Claypoole
Mother’s Day in a Daughter’s Garden
To describe my mother would be to write about a hurricane in its perfect power. Or the climbing, falling colors of a rainbow. ~ Maya Angelou The inheritance I inherited my mother’s love of nature
Read moreHow Understanding the Mysteries of the Last Supper Might Feed a Starving World
I believe the son of the one Father of all that ever was, is, or will be is alive and well. He sits at the right hand of His Father. All Authority on earth is
Read moreLove Letters Written in Red
“I love you, and that’s the beginning and end of everything” ~ F. Scott Fitzgerald, for Zelda Some classic famous author quotes are better than others This one reminds me of a few verses another
Read moreSeeking Truth in the Mystery of Next Tomorrow
While walking with my girlie dogs this morning, my thoughts settled on another peculiar topic. Seeking Truth in the Mystery of Next Tomorrow— What can I say? Sometimes there’s nothing one can do but sleuth
Read moreHow Understanding the True Meaning of Leadership Might Help Us Reach Our Goals
Have you ever wondered how understanding the true meaning of leadership might help us reach our goals? As a former salon and spa owner, I know a little about what to do and what not
Read moreHow to Find Peace Where the Sparrows Live
I’ve often wondered how to find peace where the sparrows live and how the answer to that quirky thought compared to my life-long desire to discover and abide in God’s presence. Those who know me,
Read moreThe Mystery of Freedom and Eagles View Mountain
Mysteries, freedom, and Eagles View… Four wooden rockers creaked in unison as we soaked in spectacular vistas atop Eagles View Mountain. I sat awestruck as always, only allowing the breathtaking wonder of each moment to
Read moreOur Father’s Love
The love of my good, good father… With Father’s Day right around the corner, I’m reminded of my dad and how he always held my mother’s hand while our family walked in the park. His
Read moreMemories of Mom’s Garden and Her Never-ending Love
Mom’s garden, sown with love… Her love reminds me of a garden; ever lovely, growing, and alive. Born and raised in New York City, the feisty redhead sprang into action the day tulips and daffodils
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