A time for everything? We’re told these are uncertain times. What about yesterday, last year, or twenty years from now? Who knows what tomorrow will bring? Isn’t any time an uncertain time? As we pray
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Tag: With All His Heart
With All His Heart
A love of a lifetime… I remember the vow my husband and I made to love each other until, when old and gray, death would part us. It wasn’t something I’d ever dwell on. Death
Read moreThe warmth of winter and all its wonders
Stories by the fireside… We didn’t have a fireplace in our New York City apartment, although my dad continued his fireside storytelling tradition throughout the winter months—minus the crackling fire of course. I remember many
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December 2019 ~ Central Florida. Most northerners know winter takes on a whole new meaning in Florida. There’s no snow. No sleet. No winter coats and hats—and sometimes no temps below hot. That means we
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Consider the called… With blind trust, goosebumps, and heart-stopping moments, a motley crew faced obstacles and their worst fears along the way to lifelong friendships and brotherhood. Jesus had called them onward to feed multitudes
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Everyone is thirsty… When scorching temperatures make me weary or superstorms threaten to consume my tiny piece of a gigantic puzzle, it’s good to know the magical seasons of harvest and joy, are right around
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A redhead with two green thumbs? Born and raised in New York City, a feisty redhead sprung into action the day after tulips and daffodils poked their heads up after a long winter’s slumber. Small
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Nature’s call A screech owl’s trills, calls, and hoots might calm the weary traveler, like the lone Whitetail who forages in the forest near my cabin. I press my face against the glass slider to
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Timeless clues? Beloved stories unfold in my mind. First I see the roads Jesus traveled. Then, I overhear conversations with the people he touched. I imagine his smile, his voice, and his Father above. Could
Read moreGhosts of White Winters Past
Winter, 1969. New York City A blizzard’s eerie silence overshadowed the distant honking and revving engines from the usual Saturday night car races. I remember my dad’s contagious laugh echoing through our apartment hallway after
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