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mother: looking glass
You know the nursery rhyme “What are little girls made of—sugar and spice and everything nice?” Well, that was not me. I was more like the little girl who “when good was very good but when she was bad, was horrid.” Except that I was hardly ever good. My earliest memory is the loss of Read more
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a lesson from cruddy underwear
It’s bedtime and everything in my mother’s home is perfect. The kitchen is spotless. Magazines, books and mail put away. Furniture dusted. Bathrooms washed. Carpets and floors clean (My children seriously believe that anything that falls on Grandma’s floor remains clean). Next, she showers and puts on a freshly pressed nightgown (Don’t even try explaining Read more
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a praying mother
I Samuel 2:1 And Hannah prayed I began that particularly difficult year with a brand new black alligator skin Bible. My focus that year was to read God’s word while praying for one of my children in particular. At the beginning, at the end, and during each day I read between the lines of the Read more
SAYS FYL 