“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
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Tag: With All His Heart
Turn The Page
Learning and page-turning… I remember when my husband and I played board games with our sons and how there were many routes to the Candy Land or Monopoly finish line. They all chose their individual
Read moreThe Lover of My Soul
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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Along the narrow way I’ve often wondered about God’s idea of love and how the essence of the meaning might differ from my own. I mean, how can we love the Lord with all our
Read moreThe Mystery of Winter’s Wonder and the Beginning of all Things New (Part 2)
Winter’s wonder and days gone by… In the dead of winter, loved ones cheered for blessed new years—some singing their own version of Auld Lang Syne. The meaning remained powerful. Warm. Deep. It still reminds
Read moreThe Mystery of Winter’s Wonder and the Beginning of all Things New (Part 1)
In the beginning… God created the heavens and the earth. Maybe that’s why there’s something magical about the way winter’s first snowflakes swirl and dance with the wind before they touch the ground. I’ve wondered
Read moreThe Mystery of the Great Fullness of the Holy Spirit
The mystery of what and who? There’s a mysterious, uneasy stirring deep within my soul these days. I search for clues—hunt for answers. Uncommon questions remain. One piques my brain: Is gratefulness and great fullness
Read morePeace In uncertain times
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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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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