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Breaking Up is Hard to Do

Breaking Up is Hard to Do

I am breaking up with my best friend. Even though we go way back, it’s time. I have been trying to break up with her for the past twenty years, but she keeps clawing her way back in. It may seem heartless to leave her behind. After all, I take her everywhere. She wraps around me like a second skin.  She won’t go without a fight. She keeps whispering in my ear. She shouts to my back. Are you sure?…

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One Ingredient 

One Ingredient 

When my husband and I were first dating, I cooked him one of the few meals I could make at the time: Chicken Helper. I don’t think he was too impressed. He still likes to tease me about my early cooking skills (or lack thereof). Sixteen years later, I have fortunately learned a lot more about cooking. One of the most important lessons I have learned is that one ingredient can make a huge difference.   Baking soda can make…

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It’s Not Fair

It’s Not Fair

It’s not fair!” As a parent, I have heard this cry too many times to count. He got the bigger piece. He got a toy, a treat, a gift I never received. My kids want their lives to be fair. They want each piece of cake the same. How many times have I explained that life isn’t fair. Yet, how many times have I went to the Lord with the same cry, it’s not fair! Her life is better! Her…

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Traveling Light 

Traveling Light 

Their dark eyes smiled at me. For the last few days I had been training for this. I had my lessons all prepared. I knew exactly what to say. I launched into a speech about our upcoming classes. Assuring the students of all the fun we would have, I gave a brief overview of the lessons. With smiling faces, all the students in the room listened intently. I knew my first teaching experience in China was going to be a…

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Let the Children Come

Let the Children Come

There was a time when my boys were small that everything was either sticky or covered in dirt from the backyard. They were busy boys, always taking things apart. Food was permanently encrusted under their high chairs. It seemed as if some one was always throwing up or something was leaking out of a diaper. For quite a few years, I was permanently sleepy. Sometimes I felt like giving up. One thing kept me going: their love. They would come…

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