Tag Archives: Family

Nina, Tiny but Mighty

Between Good Friday and Easter of this year, a sweet young woman from my church, the daughter of a dear friend, went home to be with Jesus. She fought a week-long battle with complications from the flu that infected her … Continue reading

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The Value of a Picture

This is for my cousin Ron Rowland Ora and Bertha raised six kids including my Daddy dear My Daddy is gone and all my aunts and uncles too Pictures and memories are all that are left except the genes they … Continue reading

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My Valentine

How does he love me? I’ve lost count of the ways He shows new ones every day Sometimes it’s fixing plumbing Other times it’s a passionate kiss Bringing lunch to surprise me Making my life pure bliss Planting flowers in … Continue reading

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No Complaints

If I called today bliss I’d be remiss It’s Monday, after all The weekend had the gall To end far too early Leaving me feeling surly Yet I shan’t complain There’s not a drop of rain No Texas-size flood here … Continue reading

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Pondering the Why of Suffering

When Jesus and his disciples encountered the man born blind as recorded in John 9, the disciples wanted to know why he’d been born blind. Was it the man’s sin or his parents’ sin that had caused this tragedy? Why … Continue reading

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You Cannot Grow Peace from Murder

I read a post by Anne Lamott on Facebook the other day regarding the Women’s March. I kept coming back to one line: “You cannot grow tulips from zucchini seeds, or peace from murder.” Today this thought continues to resonate … Continue reading

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Silent Whisper

I hear her whisper in the darkness Sometimes in the light I hear her giggle from beneath the frilly dresses at Costco Can I have one, Mommy? She’s not really there I silenced her voice thirty-five years ago But Jesus … Continue reading

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