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
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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
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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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Can unchanging truths about wisdom lead to seasons of real change? Adventures. Tragedies. Romance. Mystery. All the metaphors and poetic verse pique my brain and prod me to study beyond the written page. I want
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Can love change the world? I’m reminded of splendor and thunder; how the trickle-down effects of selflessness, patience, kindness, and faithfulness instead of selfishness, impatience, and unfaithfulness can change lives for the better. There’s no
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Thanksgiving in all its fullness? When I think about Thanksgiving, the first thing that comes to mind is gratefulness and all its trimmings. We pause to remember the year’s fullness or lack thereof. Today as
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How to cultivate patience? I’m sure you’ve heard your mother, sister, or best friend say, “Have Patience. This too shall pass.” Yep. I thought so. The first thing that usually comes to my mind is
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There is a sound called freedom… I’ve heard freedom’s song might ring in one’s spirit. At times, it will howl like the wind or whisper like a child. It can cast out fear when doubt
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Wise instruction from unchanging truths? Poetic verse and metaphor have a way of piquing my brain. Warnings and instructions. Adventures or tragedies. I want to dig deeper. Learn more. They’re like ghost stories without the
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Oh, how the Father loves us… I love you, Father, for all that you are. You’re the scent of my favorite Flower—Winter’s first snow. You’re a bird’s song in spring and summer’s warm water. The
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